Seaside Moors Rhapsody in Blue

And so he'd answer in reverse order, Quixote Voulge.  It wasn't like his last name was going to be particularly familiar around here at least, unless he had some distant relations he didn't know about.  That was, thankfully, rather unlikely.

The bit about the pack, though, left him thinking.  Moving around didn't sound as appealing to him as just staying in one place, but that wasn't necessarily a dealbreaker.  Yes, he was often more attracted to the more traditional -- he was a boring sort -- but there was also a lot he could ignore.  Anything else worthy mentioning about it?  Though he was perhaps unclear in his inquiry, what he was aiming for was to find out if there were any final things to worry about.  Some had odd beliefs or were soon to be at war.  He figured maybe he should specify, Anything like beliefs, warnings, whatever.  He wasn't sure if that was the best way to phrase things. His outward expression was relatively neutral and he intended to keep it that way, intending to neither burn bridges nor commit to something sooner than he otherwise would.  He was the type to keep his promises, so he wasn't going to make them unless he was to follow through in the end.