Kildeer Rest betrübt

there was little reason to continue. and more reason all the same to do just that.
each morning mahler reached past the stricken memory of wylla's anguished face, begging him, to the way that elke and ciri had made their greeting in moonspear.
he could live for them, he knew, for phaedra. for thade, though the boy had faded yet again.
mahler's gut clenched, and he began to search through killdeer, searching as much for his wayward sons as for new land into which he might extend the strained reach of rivenwood.