Bearclaw Valley Completely Zoned Out

no need to match lol

"oh, i'll tell you all about it," merrick declared with the air of a man slinging his arm around the shoulders of a colleague. "i was born in this valley. my mother took me from this valley to this jade grove or whatever. actually, it isn't far from us or from easthollow," the madman remarked, settling in for the tale.
"anyway she left me there. had to go on some incredible journey to find my stupid cousins. my fuckin' aunt made her leave. they up and took off, and never came back." merrick did not mention tadec nor nunataq, for they had left only single, shallow impression of them both in his mind: one of cowardice.
"so i left. i met the woman i love, and we eventually came back to this place. i found her first, though. mom. mommy. indra," he cackled, though the sound faded immediately and the single eye glazed in a momentary surprise and horror that he had blurted her name aloud.
stare cut to skoll.
the guardian's throat if it was ever uttered.
a blink, and merrick was restored, moving along in his retelling as before. "she had just ... circled back and gone to easthollow. never came home. never looked for me. my aunt lives there now. i asked her, as well. my mother doesn't live there, however. i made sure she wouldn't ever get back."
a pause. a swallow, his throat bobbing as he stared off toward the outcropping of stone walls encircling bearclaw.
"my aunt lives there. these old fucks live there, and their son came here to mouth off to me. i imagine he's dead now, but they have only every ignored me. we are blood-related, for fuck's sake, me and probably half the brats there if my bitch aunt had more bastards."