"Come to think of it, I don't think I've asked your name."
"Eric. And you?"
"Is that all?"
Ragman looked at Eric.
"Priests don't need surnames."
Eric scratched his face, then looked toward the river.
'He disowned me, so why should I care about his name?'
'I'm not that pathetic.'
"Is that so? Alright. My name is Ragman Crowan." Ragman pressed a wet towel to his left cheek, trying to soothe the pain.
"Crowan? What's your relationship with the King?"
"He's my father."
Ragman didn't try to hide it.
Just the thought of his father made his cheek throb even more.
"He did this to you? That's a bit much."
"It's fine. I did disobey a military order first."
Ragman dipped the towel back into the river and pressed it against his cheek again.
"Why do that? Isn't it better for a bunch of slaves to die? Even if they weren't slaves, they were just strangers."
Eric picked up a stone from the ground and skipped it across the river.
