Northstar Vale two feet standing on a principle

mahler could not help the frown of consternation that flitted across his craggy features when liri greeted him. gone was the self-assured woman who had challenged diaspora’s intended claim with a mere word; in her place was a waif, and one who did not remember.
he eyed again the knot on her forehead, musing, before liri held his attention once more. ”you vonce vanted this place for yourself,” the gargoyle told the sylph, and here he searched her face for any sign of recognition, growing rather troubled despite himself.