“Anyway, the others should be here any second, so I’ve got a request.” His eyes fixed on her through the holes in his wooden mask. “Don’t tell them where I come from. Twilight in particular might know me, or at least know who I am. It’s better if you don’t use my name. Call me… Viserion. That’s what I told her my name is, and it would be real shit if our stories don’t line up.”