Sawtooth Spire i love only that which they defend

praimfaya's howl found a sullen mahler coming up from windholme. he remained grateful for her travel outside the land, but less hope remained in his soul as the days had gone on. 
now the gargoyle approached, skimming the craggy paths with an expert step as he bore down heavily upon the scarred yearling, and stepped silently into her presence.
she was unreadable as always, but mahler prepared to know the worst, and waited for her to speak.