Moonspear Meet the family

There was a dismaying sensation that crossed him when Nikai broached the subject of stories. Neither storyteller nor historian, Dirge had nothing to offer him, and instead felt a defensiveness creep behind in the wake of his dismay. It was disarming to say the least, the thought that crossed him next, that family should have been the one to tell those stories. Not some stranger unproven and looking to line his trade with tales stolen.

Though the resolute irony was lost on him—they were both family, in the blood sense.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you any," he deflected smoothly, "I don't really know any, at least not the kind to tell children. Perhaps once things have quieted, you could consider asking Alya or her sisters, or the younger ones." His knowledge of the tales Moonspear told were grim and by now, historical. He drew in a breath, wondering: "Unless of course you were looking to tell tales of errant children meeting grisly ends and being lost to the wilds. Those are the stories I know." And at least partially, he had been there for them.