After a moment of silence, Alan sighed, seemingly out of options.
He couldn't bear to refuse her persistent pleas.
"Alright, from now on, you can follow me, but you must obey my orders," Alan conceded.
The elven girl's face lit up with excitement, and she nodded vigorously in agreement.
Alan noticed that she seemed even weaker than the average civilian.
Clearly, he would need to train her properly.
He couldn't afford to have weak individuals around him.
"What's your name?" Alan asked.
The question seemed to catch the elven girl off guard.
Born into a family of slaves in Sanctum, she had never been given a name.
She hadn't learned to read or write and lacked a basic education.
Naming herself might invite ridicule due to her lack of cultural knowledge.
"You don't have a name?" Alan probed further.
Some human nobles treated elves worse than animals, not even bothering to give them names.
