Deepwood Weald Mythical Mithril

Moira was always a bit put off by the others here. Yet Marruz, something about him...he had appeared somewhat menacing in some way on their first meeting. Yet had also seemed like he was holding back, for her sake...she recalled how close he got to her, their conversation. 

"From myself" she answered. But in truth, she did not truly recall where she learned the tune. "Self taught. Put some words together, but I find it's always better humming it."