shartan-the-rebel:
Once more, that warrior laughed, but instead of introducing himself, he grinned at her, a wicked glint in his eyes.
“I carried many names throughout my life. Wherever I went, people would give me another one. ‘Rat’, or 'Slave’ are among the oldest. Some called me 'Rebel’, others 'Liberator’ and one kind soul once even named me her 'Champion.”
Most of these names, he said with little care, but his smile turned warm again, as he uttered the word 'Champion’. Yet, in the end he shrugged, spreading his arms in an open gesture.
“But of those, remembering me by any of these names, not one is left. And the tales telling of the man, I used to be, have long since forgotten. Nowadays only my blade carries a name of meaning anymore. So, why don’t you just pick a name for me instead. One that I shall be known by, as I fight under your banner.”
Her brown eyes observed the strange, older elf. For some reason, she didn’t even dare to ask after all this titles. Maybe at some point, when they got to know each other better. For now his promise was enough to her and another skilled sword at their side would benefit the Inquisition.
She made a thoughtful gesture. Giving him a name? That was new... And then her mind wandered to all the things he said and what he told her about his believes..
“Dhru is the elvhen word for ‘Faith’. It’s short and easy to remember. I think that words suits you the best.”
