Northstar Vale das gericht

andraste, queen of the elvish world; she attended mahler with a long ivoried stride, an aura of elegance her retinue. eternally beautiful; he would have glut his eyes upon the froreweave of her coming, but found himself still awkward as andraste drew close, gazed up at him with the scarification unable to veil her airy expression.
unable to tell what thoughts traveled in her mind, choosing to assume she bore him some sort of residual anger, mahler dipped his head in a formal bow that reflected his respect of courtfall's borders.
"i did not think i needed a reason to see you," the man returned in a quiet tone, impassive, keeping from his voice the marvel at how things had changed so completely between them.