"He never told me his name," Trinket said. In truth, it had never occurred to her to ask. "If I see him again, I will ask his name, then I will return and tell you."
She considered the rest of the man's words. Community. It was another word that she knew, but did not understand. She could not piece together how that related to the killing game she'd been taught, or to survival. There were many pieces here, all of which must fit together, somehow.
"I must give you the name of one who wishes to kill me, before I can get protection?" She considered that for a long moment. A name for the mershark. A name for the killer. A name for her, for the blacksmith. Curious.
The ever so slightest of a frown touched Trinket's lips. She considered her words very carefully. It was important to choose her words with care. To do otherwise would spoil her chance to learn.
Finally, she asked, "Why are names so important?"
She considered the rest of the man's words. Community. It was another word that she knew, but did not understand. She could not piece together how that related to the killing game she'd been taught, or to survival. There were many pieces here, all of which must fit together, somehow.
"I must give you the name of one who wishes to kill me, before I can get protection?" She considered that for a long moment. A name for the mershark. A name for the killer. A name for her, for the blacksmith. Curious.
The ever so slightest of a frown touched Trinket's lips. She considered her words very carefully. It was important to choose her words with care. To do otherwise would spoil her chance to learn.
Finally, she asked, "Why are names so important?"
