Northstar Vale das gericht

andraste had played her hand, and though he would not lie and say that her words had no effect upon him, mahler withdrew into the cool breadth of self and commented nothing upon her vulgar and insistent claims.
he was not made to be roused, and now that the truth of it was between them, such reactions could have occurred only if one he loved had spoken in such a way.
but for all the affections he bore andraste, that deepest sensation was not among them. and he so up he prowled the narrow path that had led them down beneath the surface.
mahler was not above the bitterness that had risen amid their desires: he has given, she has given. they had both done the taking of it, and now! and now!
it was the flat glitter of amethyst he turned upon small cruel andraste now, and recalled the words of verx echoing within the recesses of his skull. ”a cunt can be had anyvere, mein herz.” the general rejoined sharply before he had traveled a scant handful of steps, ”and yours is not the only vone i have enjoyed.”
mahler paused now, posing as he had before the young leader of grimnismal so long ago, aware of his stature and the handsomeness many found writ into his bearing. ”but make no mistake, andraste: i have chosen you to be the lovely dust from vich vill come my nation.”
lips ruined a smile with a humourless glimmer; mahler spared elf-queen a final stare before turning away and continuing up to the winterbit glow of the above world.