..."And who might it be that we are so well met by? Have you a name that we might know you by? And how come you to be sitting so comfortably in our camp, cooking our just caught fish?"
Awyrgan gave a dark chuckle. "Ah, riddles my friend. Who is more free - a rich man's pet bird in a cage or the servant who must carry it?" The men gave him a strange look and he laughed, cursing softly. He continued in a dark tone. "If you need a name, you may call me Awyrgan. It it not pleasant on the tounge but neither am I."
He straighted up where he sat, letting his hood fall back as he did so. "As to you other question - you could best answer it yourself. What are five travellers doing wandering about in the wilderness." They stiffened slightly at his words, confirming what his own eyes had told him earlier. He grinned. "It is said trees have eyes - a traveller should pay heed."
"As to your fish..." he turned towards the nearest man still carrying several logs under his arm. "Here is a fire." He gestured towards a small patch of plants on the edge of the clearing. "And those will add flavor."
He stood slowly running a hand tiredly through his hair. "I have seen many strange things in my travels, but certainly I am not the only one in these woods with a name?"
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