...Noble. Hope you are very good at blocking with that shield.

[The truth-telling business was a pest. He took to trying to keep his answers short in the hopes that lies of omission didn't count as lies.]

It's all hurt from the past though. Promise.

[He raises a hand to give a scout's honor gesture, but clenches his jaw when he hears his own voice give a death cry from the other side of the door.]

What's your name? [He ask to pull their attention from the door.]