Now those are fascinating names- he takes and tucks them away for future reference. Something will come of them one way or another. He might even manage to get something useful out of the seduction. Whoring himself out for the Inquisition isn't the least noble use of his skills, after all.
He's done far worse for far less.
"Well..." Idly, casually as he sips the brandy, blinks, and stares into the glass. Good brandy. One of the best available, even. "I do keep the name they gave me from house Arainai- if only out of spite. That I am an elven son of a whore that never achieved the rank of Master and yet have not only left them, failed them, survived their attempts to see me dead and struck back at them in my own way often enough to earn my very own nickname whispered amongst them in fear? It is a point of burned pride. At this point either the Crows must die, offer amnesty, or I must die. Their claim to my life precedes the Inquisition long enough- or so they will claim- that it is no attack on the organization at all."
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He's done far worse for far less.
"Well..." Idly, casually as he sips the brandy, blinks, and stares into the glass. Good brandy. One of the best available, even. "I do keep the name they gave me from house Arainai- if only out of spite. That I am an elven son of a whore that never achieved the rank of Master and yet have not only left them, failed them, survived their attempts to see me dead and struck back at them in my own way often enough to earn my very own nickname whispered amongst them in fear? It is a point of burned pride. At this point either the Crows must die, offer amnesty, or I must die. Their claim to my life precedes the Inquisition long enough- or so they will claim- that it is no attack on the organization at all."