Ravensblood Forest that is my cry

"Did you really?" the spirit chirped, pawing at the ground like a gleeful pup at story time. What delicious drama. Ravensblood Forest really ought to drop the 'Raven', she thought; something about the secretive darkness of the place demanded that blood be spilled at every given opportunity - and if that wasn't on the cards, tales of past misdeeds would do just as well.

"But you seem so .. together," she praised, referring to Lasher's gracious handling of her lie and continued humouring of her. His eyes were still upon her, steady but.. concerned with the direction of the conversation. Bazi gazed brightly back. "What would I have had to do to earn your wrath, back then?" Presuming, of course, that his killing had been done in times long past. "Look at someone the wrong way?"