Sawtooth Spire You were taught to kill, so you kill like a machine.

thade was gone and he had been gone for three days.
mahler found himself unable to measure time without thinking of his son, without considering that he had not been there the night of the boy's disappearance.
if he was ragged before, mahler felt himself propelled now by only an empty, chaotic energy that kept him from sleep or satiation. he had spent the first day scouring sagtannet and the second the foothills below. the third he had been apart in the shared lands, stumbling home with swollen paws and brambles tangled in his pelt.
now he came upon the home of his little daughters, and found them alone. a swordblade's wrath toward nyx in his gut; how could she have left them here when only three days, three days, had gone by since thade had gone missing?
mahler quelled the ire and ducked inside, greeting the romping elke and ciri with an expression that could not quite smile.