Nova Peak different drum

he was unused to this, but stepped back with a reassuring grunt deep in his throat. she had done well; rise and earn no teeth from him. "this is sagtannet."
falling to a thousand pieces, and wylla was gone she had left at first light and
— "i am mahler." — introductions like ritual dust in the curve of his tongue.
"vhat brings you?" finished now with the monotone introduction. no color in mahler. wylla had leached it all out of his bones when she had gone. he felt ghostly, barren.