Deepwood Weald 'cause you'll never find the answers

Marruz blinked. There passed a moment in which the only true stir was the gentle swirl of carbon from the tenebrous stripling's porous nose. His crepuscular flanks rose at the bidding of rib and lung alone.

He was unconcerned with the beldam's words, and such sentiment was starkly visible in his resolute posture. Words drifted across Marruz's mind; words that formed the many questions this broad provoked. Beneath that gaze, he knew there was a cold, darkness. Perhaps a hex of his father's relations. Thus, he could not say that her reaction was far from what he had been anticpating. 

"Really?" his voice dripped with scorn and the unintended bane of youth's mellow undertone. "They have done far worse things." Indigo eye narrowed. "Yourself included, I'm sure."