Sunbeam Lair ❝elyë lantanë melmessë sonen,❞

sickness had come to settle upon mahler.
it plagued his sleep like a black dog, poured bile from his throat, set his bones into a delicacy unbecoming for the general. nights spent sleepless, ravaging his dwindling stores of herbs for anything that might blot out the malady. the swine; yes, he knew, but he could not leave diaspora undefended.
and so he rose with the dawn, staggered forth to glean water and whatever meat could be found. his heavy limbs trembled with the impetus of the trek, but soon he found himself near to diaspora's first claim, and farther — the vale.
andraste.
hesitant that she should see him so, mahler neverthless found iron in his resolve and went down to meet the snow and ashmaids who had come into the vale, the sussuration of their voices all but escaping him as he stood upon a crumbled ridge and looked down upon them, as he had done liri months before.