Greatwater Lake If you have to ask

"You're the only one here who's even bothered to ask," Was her initial response to his question. Corvus blinked.

Really? He asked, voice carrying how unimpressed he was with every last person who'd learned her name in these wilds. That was the very first question to come to his mind upon hearing such an epithet. Had she only met fools up to this point?

"Does it really matter, though? It's what I'm known here, not that it's out of place for my family to start." She was fine with admitting her family was treasonous? So her alias was fitting, at least to some extent. Well, he didn't have the details, and he wouldn't ask. Still, Corvus held onto a healthy amount of wariness and suspicion, though he kept it under lock and key.

Deciding not to comment on her latter sentence, he said, I suppose not; it matters more what you do with yourself than what you're called. A subject change was in order. One of his favorite questions came to mind: What brought you out here?