holding the bottle out to her, and declared that I would give her the bottle if she told me her name. She unfolded her arms, tossed the spear from her left to her right hand, leaned forward on it, and asked why.

"I have thought of a good one." She roared a laugh, leaned her spear against the dedication and her helmet atop it, and crossed the four paces between us in two. She placed her left hand on the helmet under my arm, and with her right, thumped a heavy hand into her armor, before slowly taking the bottle from me as she told me her name. A traditional sounding Orsimer name, but not one of the