"Aw shite," he groaned, "that is a shite name, that'un." He reached down and flipped open the book on her lap. "So ye pick yerself a new name, a good'un, an' we learn how t'write it, ye an' I." An' won't that surprise Taru when 'e gets back. Big drunk me, teachin' letters an' givin' out names. Styrm smirked to himself.
