Broken Boulder sturmwolke

"consider it done," he chuckled softly. "asra, who has gone from us now, told me she vas raised vithin a court." a hierarchy, no doubt. "you seem to vear the same sort of directness. i cannot help but vonder after your own origins." 
more than sequoia had provided thus far, so he meant. the gargoyle was silent, tipping his charcoal auds forward. he half-expected to be rebuffed by a sharp tongue she had so far used against him as well, to the graf's secret amusement.