Arrow Lake a simple phrase

An inkling of concern began to build but was quickly quieted. Were their borders so poorly kept that a stranger could acheive such a risky feat? Sycamore wondered if their forces had been enough to stop the thief or if they'd gotten away. 

I am, he replied, My name is Sycamore. The name rolled off of his tongue with ease, as though he'd been practicing all of his life. In reality, he'd only been rehearsing the exchange for just over a week. Impressive, he thought.