Moonspear split stones

"Not any that I know of," he said, and if there had been then he couldn't have imagined what sense it made. He had his own opinions on how he and his siblings had earned their names, but had never asked. Their existence was very much burdensome in hindsight, he thought, and it had led to his ignorance of the topic now. The opportunity was long gone now as well—he'd never set foot back into Winterheart again.

But he felt his answer was lacking, and he appended: "My family weren't the sharing sort, most of all towards bastard children." He smiled thinly, akin to a pigeon feeder throwing out morsels. But within it was a wince as well no matter how he tried to avoid it; it was a sore, sour topic to gloss over.