Alara looked at him cross. "As much as I would love a tale about me. I am not partial to the name Flaming Rose. Also these bullets as my trademark because of how I can produce them as well as their engraving of a wolf on them. I am a werewolf killer. If anything you can call me the Silver Wolf or something." She smiled and laughed lightly. She had gotten frazzled by the old man's assumption that she would like Flaming Rose or maybe this was a thing to where you didn't get to choose your name but either way she liked the name she gave herself. The clock of a nearby church rang out and she looked at the time. "Wow it is getting late. I wonder were my companion is?" She was wondering where he was and why he hadn't come back yet.