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He cares less for her name and more-so for her title—who and where she comes from. Names are meaningless pieces of information the Wayfarer often forgets. Perhaps because they were never used, or given to those of his type.

Don’t have a name, he replies with a disinterested shrug. Her interest in his condition, and her further approach causes him to tense. His ears tug alert, lips peeling in a warning to not get any closer than she already has. Why are you interested? What are your intentions.