[The unfamiliar reference - daedra - draws a single blink out of him, but otherwise he remains cool and impassive.]
No more power than any other man's name, unless I have been much misled.
[The frustration he expects and shrugs off. It's the unsolicited offer of his captive's own name, delivered with a resigned sort of exasperation, that draws his attention. He had been looking ahead then, surmises the path least likely to present them danger, when he hears it and glances back.]
A moment's silence, and then:] You will give away your name but not your rank? [A faint smile.] You speak to Bennet du Paris, sir, crusader in the service of the Roi de France, his royal highness Philippe Auguste, and all righteous Christian men.
[Why the abrupt change of heart? It wasn't one, not really, but rather the result of the mage's unexpected divulgence; he could not leave it unmet. A life for a life, a death for a death... a name for a name.]
no subject
No more power than any other man's name, unless I have been much misled.
[The frustration he expects and shrugs off. It's the unsolicited offer of his captive's own name, delivered with a resigned sort of exasperation, that draws his attention. He had been looking ahead then, surmises the path least likely to present them danger, when he hears it and glances back.]
A moment's silence, and then:] You will give away your name but not your rank? [A faint smile.] You speak to Bennet du Paris, sir, crusader in the service of the Roi de France, his royal highness Philippe Auguste, and all righteous Christian men.
[Why the abrupt change of heart? It wasn't one, not really, but rather the result of the mage's unexpected divulgence; he could not leave it unmet. A life for a life, a death for a death... a name for a name.]