[welcome to deimos we get startled and confused when introductions don't involve murder attempts and dehumanizing mudslinging]

I'll find out, won't I. But you're right, all the coalept froth in the world doesn't completely change someone.

[Darc stands up, stiff and grunting. He steps around Shrio, more a slowly circling animal's body language than a man. A low, considering rumble in his chest.]

No one's ever asked for my name like that so quickly. Like it's just a given that I have one.