He made a face and headed down the stairs to meet the others. There was Veezara, an Argonian, who claimed to be the last Shadowscale in existence. Nazir, a Redguard, seemed well enough, but Sildriel didn't know very many Redguards to be super friendly. Arnbjorn, Astrid's husband, was a brutish man that Sildriel instantly hated - he reeked heavily of dog and ale and Nord pride that he wanted to vomit. Festus was a crotchety old man that Sildriel knew to only bother if he needed to. Gabriella was a likeable Dunmer, reminding him slightly of his friend that he hadn't seen in years. Babette, the Unchild, made him feel more comfortable than the others did. "So, what's your name, fresh meat?" Arnbjorn asked. Sildriel glared lightly, but honestly he didn't like who he was. This was a new life, a new chance. He needed a new name. "Sasuke." He answered, remembering one of the names from one of the old Akaviri tomes he read, "Sarutobi Sasuke." "Sasuke? What kind of name is that?" Nazir teased. Sasuke glared lightly, "It's Akavir." He hissed. "Akavir?" Veezara repeated, "For a Bosmer?" "What of it?" Sasuke hissed, "It's my name."