Sawtooth Spire i love only that which they defend

mahler listened impassively, fighting each rear of anger and fear in his spirit. he grasped the reins of his wildhorse notions, drew them harsh and back and so was a stone when praimfaya had finished her missive.
"thank you," the gargoyle murmured after her report was finished. lilac stare shifted left with his scarred muzzle; he gazed off for a moment before his attention returned the battle--honed young warrior.
so she had gone perhaps further than scouting, but with valuable information she had returned. an organized use of her time, and his appreciation tempered the tightening in his gut.
"i vill inform vylla," he said vaguely, half-turning aside to invite praimfaya with him. "who did you visit upon the coast?"