Well, thanks, I guess. [b]He was still wary of the man, but the offer of a gift caused him to lower his guard a little, placing the axe upon his shoulder rather than his hand. He quickly reached out and took the scarf from the offerer, before tempering his manners.[/b] What's your name? I'm Dale, Dale Morrison. [b]His feet shifted back, as if he was ready to bolt at any moment. Sometimes these types of men did not like the mention of names- something about true names having power. [/b]