Sawtooth Spire erbärmlich

delighted to witness her interaction with this little serpent, mahler crouched close and found that he was equally relaxed to see that she listened. phaedra retracted her limb and pored over the scaly thing, and his ear twitched at her question. "vell," and here he paused, musing.
he did not know the answer, for he had never seen snakes so much as something to be avoided for the rotbite, or to be hunted in times of famine. and so the man mused quietly to himself, not minding if phaedra had cast him beneath her eye again.
"perhaps that is how he measures us, and if ve scare him, he hisses." again a sibilant demonstration; he grinned at her and gestured to the uncoiling body. "i do not think he is scared now, however."
slithering child of scaled lords; he kissed the top of his mousebear's head and straightened. "shall ve go home, phaedra?"