Sunbeam Lair well, the world might cut you down again, but you know the way back home

He didn't recognize the name, but he thought it a fitting one for the man. Merrit dipped his head to his companion, as any gentleman would. "Merrit Stark," he offered, and realized, for perhaps the first time, that even with no title to give, he had grown comfortable in both his given and chosen names.

"You are a fine man to hunt with, Reyson," he said, as they made work of splitting the carcass. He, too, had in mind to preserve the furs for better ease of carrying the smaller bits that fell onto the stones, and he sought to procure a fine piece for them both, "Have you been with Mereo long? They are blessed to have you among their ranks."