Nova Peak where you hang your enemy's head

mahler stared down at the nightwoman as she spoke. her voice was cunning and promised a swift violence, but her words felt rehearsed.
"you do not even know my name," he scoffed lowly, though her obeisance pleased some cold part of him. "morgana. poisons." perhaps she was lying; mahler saw no reason for it. such a swift offer of fealty bespoke that she had dealt with greedy men. she would need to offer more for the gargoyle to invite her inside the falling mountain.
"this is sagtannet. in return for your efforts, i can only offer hardship for the vinter and vill promise nothing that i cannot give. a home. a bed. honesty."