Sawtooth Spire vormundschaft

he did not know roangeda; had he more energy, mahler might have asked after it. as it were, despite the unfairness to praimfaya in the face of what she had agreed to do, the gargoyle only shook his head. "nothing more. thank you." and he held her eyes a moment, seeing less a child there and more the cold warrior's-way that blodreina had always carried.
he did not mention this, however, for he had not know the woman well. terrible, after a fashion, that he should have existed when praimfaya was born, but have nothing thereafter to offer.
bonded, and yet not at all.
"take vhat you need from the caches," the gargoyle suggested, knowing that pausing for a hunt would dwindle her energies and delay her. she meant to be quick, and already he worried for the yearling on her coming journey.