Northstar Vale ein leerer raum

mahler did not know this man, nor the depth of what he had shared with andraste. but her passing struck deeprooted tangles within them both. silent for a moment in which he offered a semblance of masculine camaraderie, the gargoyle straightened. "you seem capable. courtfall vill thrive vith you."
"i am mahler, general in diaspora. your ally," and here a humorless little smile came. perhaps it was not to be so, now.