Sawtooth Spire lichtgebunden

just about to take another bite, mahler instead paused, lay his stoneflower stare upon the woman who approached. one of wintersbane's, he decided, for the greyscale woman had not been a part of diaspora. her eyes, silvered; she reminded him of sarah in many ways, and in no ways at all.
"that is all right," mahler grunted, straightening from his kill. "i do not believe ve have met. i am mahler, another eisen here." he was content to be part of the trio; it was a carefully chosen council that had served sagtannet well thus far.