Berek blinked. He was expecting her to ask him his name, but not in that fashion. Had he done something wrong or had he insulted her? Maybe she was used to her lord mistreating her? Either way, at least they had some common ground when it came to the food and Humphrey. Even underfed and shaved, she had an attractive, imperious look about her that was only enhanced by her pleasure at having a dog near her. That, and he did have sympathy for the state she was in. He wouldn't have helped her otherwise. 

"I'm the blacksmith of the town. My name is Berek." he said to her, and ate another spoonful of the stew. "Been here for a few years, working as an armorer mostly, but sometimes I forge blades or even pots." Usually he didn't talk a lot, but she seemed to be so taken aback by everything he had to fill the silence somehow. "Went into town for some supplies and a drink when I found you on the side of the road..." 

"What happened?" he asked her. "What's your name?"