Nova Peak Mind,

she was polite, soft spoken. a smile came to her. mahler was compelled to answer it with a gentle curve to his own lips. "I am mahler. this is sagtannet."
asra nightfall. certainly not a combination of words he had heard before. she was searching for a home, and from the sound of it, for longer than the winter. he inclined his head, beginning to set off on a well-worn path that crossed the foothills. "come vith me. tell me vhat you can bring to us."