Deepwood Weald 'cause you'll never find the answers

fade soon ? :)

Marruz tilted his cranium at the woman's comment to his name. It was odd that he had never taken notice of it truly until that moment. Her smirk added to the peculiar sheen that had settled upon the exchange.

"Only those who do not have enough to start with have nothing to hide," he responded, half to himself as he ruminated. His tone matched the flavor of the scene; delphic and portentous.

The darkling dipped his head to the woman. "That, or we are all just bluffing," and a wry chuckle escaped his lips; didn't meet his eyes. He was rather robotic, this one.