Bridget
"Fair point," *She said. 'Artoria' was a moniker she thought of in the heat of the moment that managed to stick for all this time; it was really easy to put two and two together and figure out who she really was.* "It is pretty obvious, now that I think about it."

*For a moment, she tried to think of a new name. Anri? No. Ralon? Stupid sounding. She was getting nowhere.* 

"What do you think would be a good name? I got nothing."
James
Sirdan added, "And your last name too. You must go by a different last name if you don't want anyone to catch on. Practice the whole Runran thing. Practice a magic school that isn't just Fire."

*He leaned back and thought,*"I'm not well versed in the local language. How about something Runran instead? Pick from their vocabulary and words, perhaps you could make a trip to the library and borrow a naming book or something?"

"Something... Phoenix? No, no fire metaphor. What do you think your personality is like? In an ideal world, how would you portray yourself?"
Bridget
"I have been dabbling into different magics, actually. Fire's just always been my specialty - I never had any real reason to learn something new if I could focus on advancing fire magic."

*The whole 'Runran' thing was actually quite foreign to her. She'd never visited the land, nor knew much of it's basic customs, much less it's culture and language. Picking a name from a book would probably be her last resort.*

"I guess enclosed would describe it. In an ideal world, that's how I'd remain; shut off, save for a few people. But I'm not quite sure - I've never really been a huge one for introspection."
James
"Now you have a good reason to learn other magic. If not just to make it too obvious you are not the same person. Well. Ehhmmm... I don't have a big collection of books. We will need to wander to the library."

The elf took Artoria out of the home after settling her belongings down. If possible, he would divert Artoria to buy some new, proper looking clothes before heading there. 

"When we are done you should get a new wardrobe."

Then he wandered to one of the closest library, asking the librarian. He didn't bring Artoria along.

"I need books on naming convention." He paid the borrowing fees, put down his name, and came back home with a book on Silnarian, Salvainian, Mentian and Runran name.

"So. Where's you come from anyway?"
Bridget
*She nodded. It wasn't too late to spend some time at the library. Setting down her belongings on the bed, Artoria followed Sirdan outside of his house - but not before taking a detour to the bathroom to shut the water off. Clothes shopping could wait for another time, though.*

*As they got to the library, Sirdan gestured for Artoria to stay put at the entrance. She did, but attracted a few glances from ongoing passerby. Finally, the elf returned, a thin-looking book in hand. They went back home in silence, broken immediately once they both made their way inside.*

"Came from an isolated-ish region in the north. Suppose I'm a Salvainian, down to my blood."