Dragoncrest Cliffs Dark knights - the king has come

A gentle smile appeared on the man's face. Perhaps he should've chosen a name like "trustworthy" when he left his past behind. Still, to not trust someone based on their name was kind of childish. A name was just that; a name. They could call "grass" "fire", and yet it would not burn. He was questioning the other's logic for a moment, wondering if this was the time to show he was not something to walk over completely. 

Why should you not? He questioned, convincingly innocent. If we were to call the grass "fire", would you avoid it? Would you be afraid it would burn? He questioned, his voice buttery and pleasant.