The Wood Elf blinked and nearly staggered back—the Fey assuming that he had gotten the upper hand with the revelation of the full view of the world the human in front of him almost got his name right and had butchered it by a bit. Almost enough to invoke their True Name. A shaky but exuberant laughter escaped his throat, "I suppose you owe me again."
"Oh crap." Han Jing said.
And his name was 'Han Jing'—the Wood Elf understood that when he checked their Alliance tab, but unlike him, either he couldn't read or there was another veil of protection in his name. Something that the Wood Elf recognized when they had walked across the city, the characters he couldn't hardly understand.
