[ Some self-chosen title, surely. No better or worse than some of the sellsword names she knows, but she smiles. ] Are you called by that name in full?

[ She decided to turn aside mid-voyage and sail for the slaver ports, or else they would have found her. Still, she doesn't correct him.

His charm is well-noted. He finds too many answers that way. ]

The Undying Ones are old and wizened things, treacherous creatures of bygone days. They welcomed me for their guest and tried to steal my life for their own. [ And they had nearly succeeded. ] My dragon took umbrage to that, and to the beating heart that bore their revived magic, besides.

[ The words are said sweetly. Zero fucks. ]