Kildeer Rest betrübt

the stranger turned out to be more perceptive than mahler expected. she was rewarded, or perhaps cursed, by a naked glint of grief crossing over the empty galaxy of his stare before he blinked it away, became stone once again. she had spoken of a wife, and he did not react outwardly, only to consider his vast ignorance upon that subject.
and so, with more wisdom than he had shown as of late, he thought to himself bitterly, mahler said none of it. "i am sorry to hear that," he intoned gruffly. "today i am searching for my sons. they are almost grown to a year and have been avay for far too long." 
and perhaps tomorrow he would search for someone else.
"maybe ve should join our searches?"