Sawtooth Spire rückkehr der musik

mahler listened, dismayed. whatever happened to the boy had left the imprint of lasting damage, and now a dependence upon the herb the doktor had administered. he was not sure how sustainable this was, but neither did he know another way he might relieve young elfie of his headaches.
mahler rummaged, lifted his muzzle with the dried feverfew dosage in the curl of a dead leaf. "this vill be enough for a veek," he revealed, setting it down at the boy's paws. "if you vorsen, you must come to me at vonce."