Sawtooth Spire aufgeregt

so sardonic, she was! but despite wylla and her jesting, it seemed she had a question. it was not one mahler had expected; his features pooled with surprise and then a deep amusement. for a long moment he did not speak; at length he sighed, an uncommonly large smile playing upon his lips. "mahler," the man explained, "is my surname."
and then, for the simple reason that wylla would undoubtedly ask, he went on: "my first name is gustav." a wince, a chuckle. surely she would see why he had not gone by such!
"ve could choose our own title for the children," mahler suggested, though his tone was careful, awaiting wylla's reaction, which was sure to intrigue him no matter what form it took.