Crow’s eyes flicked between the two knights as they spoke, but he found their conversation to be boring again. He didn’t understand why they were so interested in talking to him. After all, they were in a tent that seemed like it was [i]alive[/i]. He looked up at the canopy over his head, watching as it moved like the breathing chest of an animal. Was he the only one that found it so strange? Why were none of the knights as fascinated by it as he was? Then again, maybe living tents were normal to nobles. They were rich enough to afford plenty of things that a peasant like him had never seen before, so perhaps this was nothing new to them. Regardless, it was captivating to the thief, so he continued to watch it with childlike wonder.

After a short while, he heard Olivia say his name, so he turned back to her curiously. At the mention of a game, he perked up a bit. Staying in this place day after day with nothing to do besides lay in a bed had been so boring. Anything that would break that routine was welcomed to him, so he listened carefully as the knight explained the rules. All he had to do was answer her questions? He frowned to himself. It almost seemed too easy. Even in his hazy state, he was confident he could do that much.

[color=fdc68a][b]“First question: What is your name?”[/b][/color]

The thief blinked. That was an odd question to start with. He had thought Olivia was planning to go with something easy, like she had told him she would, but instead it looked like she was already digging for secrets. Well, he supposed he would just have to go along with it. After all, he didn’t want to lose her little game, and they were only one question in so far. It would have been pathetic for him to back down now.

Crow’s lip curved upward in a delirious smile as he answered truthfully: “Collin.”