Dragoncrest Cliffs schildwand

aside from the trio, mahler realized with a sinking feeling that they were not alone. and yet his senses were sharpened only for the man and woman before him. rusalka, the blade of the name shoved toward the gargoyle. he had not heard it before, and yet the lines of their stalwart watch upon him promised retribution if he misspoke.
"sagtannet is my home. you are far too close," mahler rumbled lowly, rocks tumbling against one another in the cavern of his chest. and yet he meant each word, and genuinely; he did not wear the scars of the wraith upon the cliffs, and wylla had not lost her eye to the would-be claimants before to allow his capitulation now.
silent, broad paws against the ugliness of the place. "unclaimed, yes. i made sure of that before you ever arrived."