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a nod was given her words; he was more interested in her explanation of peryite, who turned out to be a god. mahler had little use for such things, but appreciated the passion of maegi's voice. so few had such in their hearts these days; he would be remiss if he did not see the fire of it in this one's soul.
that was andraste, surely; their accents were too similar not to be noticeable, and this pleased mahler in a silent way. but now, the talk of this skullchaser churned him to cold stone, and his eyes met that of the girl with a discernable anger. "vhat sort of cuckold attacks children,"  came the rusted grit of his quiet enraging. "if i meet him, i vill ensure he comes into your possession, maegi."
a gentle pause. "your son, vere you able to find him?" he was reminded of andraste's children —  best not to think of her in any way now, for diaspora loomed and he must go back.