[Darnell offers a slightly sheepish grin at that.]

For the most part, no. Thank you for meeting me, Mr. Gale.

[He offers his hand . . . and yeah, wonders how the teen is able to get away with wearing something other than the frightfully drab uniform aside from sheer adolescent obstinacy.]

Do you mind my asking your real name, now that we're off the journals? And . . . what did you mean by damage and the lord taking our names from us?