Sawtooth Spire zusammenhalt

a large trout crept out of hiding beneath the ice, only to be frightened beyond the reach of the wolves by mahler's shocked splutter. "vell!" he exclaimed, narrowing his stare at the girl. very little threw mahler visibly off-guard, but this was one such moment.
"i have no need to drink blood, you little rogue," he began dourly, though his eyes shone with a delighted air that softened his solemn features. "come now, focus upon these fish and stop asking such things."