Deepwood Weald Mythical Mithril

Marruz didn't respond to her question; took it more as a rhetorical thought than a proposition of any kind. When she began to sing, however, his attention was much more evident. There was something enchanting about the songs of the aged, wasn't there? Perhaps it was the sound of wisdom. 

He pondered a name for the song as he listened. When she concluded the tune, he murmured, "Perhaps you could call it Moira's Melody?" and then, "Do you sing it often?"