Sawtooth Spire vormundschaft

mahler nodded, too preoccupied with thoughts of his son to consider what might befall his messenger. "she vill tell you," he determined, having no iota of conception that hydra might be not what she considered herself. wintersbane had warned him, had he not? spoken of war. but mahler found himself between anguish and rage, and desperately saw the queen of moonspear as his only ally, and means to an end.
but praimfaya was not finished; the gargoyle lethargically returned to himself, brow furrowed. what did the girl mean by such things? and inside him, an unraveling of the barest hope he had only thus gathered. part of mahler wanted to order her off all the same, to close his ears, but it was a gentle, tormented voice that followed her own: "do you think it is vorthvhile to go?"