Noctisardor Bypass change on the rise

his days had settled. mahler sensed praimfaya's time was close, and was bustling from one den to the next, smelling of milk and herbs, when he found the trail of argent.
glibly the older man followed it, relieved at the excuse to take some moments for himself. he pierced through the fog, a tall shadow that set stoneflower eyes upon the stigmata-fused figure. "your mother left rivenvood some time ago. have you spoken vith her?" he inquired after an affable span of time, hoping that ketzia had not found herself the same fate as poor nyx.