Deepwood Weald 'cause you'll never find the answers

Moira had to hold herself back from snapping. But she knew, in a fight she was no good. Only the overbearing heat of revenge had gotten her a kill in combat. And only that. The adrenaline, the surge. Here, she was just annoyed. So as he closed, Moira began to back down slightly, her form lowering. 

Till he murmured some words that made her shiver, her eyes unblinking. The meaning behind them, she did not know. It was how he said it. "What is finished...and move away, boy!" she snarled, getting back some nature of courage.