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a son. she was young for it, mahler noted to himself, his practiced eye detecting no available signs of birth upon her slim frame. but stranger occurrences had taken place, he supposed; was the world not churning round them even now? content to let this maegi speak for them both, mahler paused a long moment while he considered her question.
"i vas returning from moonspear. a diplomatic mission, to see how far the trembling stretched." no need to tell her of andraste; their meet was yet another secret mahler must carry within the vault of himself. "kazimir," mahler confirmed, brightening somewhat despite their grim meet. "she is very loyal to us."
"i vould move your volves also. seek open ground," he muttered grimly. "that is my plan." a flick of his dark ear, and he caught maegi's expression. "yes, mahler. perhaps you have heard of my late brother, stigmata."