Marcus had slowly looked up at his hands at the older female when she spoke after his explaining. What she had said was something he already knew. However, most humans tend to the opposite of what actually would have been the better option.<br/><br/>Do you? The question seemed to pop up in his head as she said she understood. He couldn’t help but feel judgement from her. Marcus may have not dealt with humans as much as the Woodsmen did, but Marcus dealt with animals. From the animals and his twice monthly visits to town and fur trades, he knew that every human reacted differently under certain circumstances.<br/><br/>“Uh… sure I can go get them. Give me a moment.” Leaving off on that note, he placed his hands on his knees and press down on them as he lifted his body up from the chair. It was then that he left to head towards his room to pick up the sheathed knife and necklace. He handled them very carefully as he made his way back to the living room. Setting them down on the wooden coffee table, he would take a seat in his former resting area. “To be honest, I only know about Grandma Reed…. My father married someone who was part of the Red Cloaks. That is, she ended up dying from giving birth to me. Of course, my father just told the doctors to let any Red Cloaks know that it was a failed birth and neither mother or child survived because my father thought it was best to raise me in the forest due to my father having the connects he had…. But... I believe, the girl might have been her daughter, granddaughter, or maybe someone within her organization.”