Thom frowned. You couldn't beat originality into people (not that he had tried). "Then the Etched Hunter. However, I doubt I am going to change your mind anytime soon and I too have places to be. Silver Wolf it is. I'll put your patch right next to the other three silver wolf stories I possess. It will help me remember." He eyed the woman for another moment.

Thom knew his hammering it home was in poor form, but such blandness offended his very lifestyle. He told stories. Colorful, variable, wonderful, stories. If everyone had the same name, not only was it a pain to separate stories, but it dulled the story in his opinion. 

"Your companion is over there." He pointed. "Rendering assistance to some poor soul who ran headlong into a lamppost."