Blackwater Islands Disintegrating as it goes

Quickly, the acolyte took advantage of his lack of balance; he had the speaker pinned to the ground, and he yielded. 

When the other man let him up, Tulok would shake out his thick coat and look over the nameless with intrigue in his two-toned gaze. Very good, he praised. 

I have been thinking of a name for you; you have earned it. The demon dipped his head. Adlak. He both spoke and signed the word. It is of my family's language; it means black bear. He looked over the acolyte. I think it suits you. 

Would the wordless man agree?