Ravensblood Forest turmoil & tinfoil

Sharp eyes observed the man's subtle startle, noting the way he swiftly recovered. "Ay," he replied, a hint of pride in his voice as he followed the gesture towards the nearby treeline. "Murkwood's th' name." 

Nox drew closer until he was almost nose to nose with the shadowy stranger. They were of similar age, if his sleek build was anything to go by, and he couldn't help but imagine his brother standing in his place. The resemblance was uncanny, but where Seger's face was carved in an almost permanent glower, this one's held nothing but melancholy indifference.

Who was he? "Are ye from round 'ere?"