King Elk Forest the wrong name

while uka does not outright mock him, he does joke nonetheless. will the boy ever meet anyone who appreciates him as he is? "i am," he huffs, fully aware he's being patronized and not appreciating it one bit. but still, he imagines mato's face if he lost the opportunity to recruit someone to their ranks because of his attitude, and he forces himself to let it go. (for now). 

"that's okay," del says quickly, glad to be changing the subject back to tindómë itself. "we don't have traditional ranks - tindómë is trade based," he says, recalling the way mato phrased it, realising this is an opportunity to flex his skill as a chronicler. "our prin- our leader's name is mato. he doesn't ask anyone to already have a trade to join us. i didn't when we met, either." technically he still doesn't, but he's unwilling to admit that to this stranger. he flushes beneath his fur at his slip - he may think of mato as a prince but he knows that's not his official title, and he hopes uka doesn't pick up on it. "um, we also have someone working towards caregiver and toward mercenary, so you can study with them, or choose your own path, sort of thing." he tries to imagine the man working with the roman or with mato's girlfriend seabreeze and can't quite, but he figures it might help to establish a bigger picture of the still-developing group. the wisp is curious what sort of thing this.. uka would choose for himself, if anything.