Elle flinched as Ghaleon spoke her name, almost as if she had been struck. Her face went cold and impassive. One hand lifted and ran through her thick ponytail, fingers catching on snags, until she had pulled tangles loose.<br/><br/>"I prefer not to be addressed by name," she said in a quiet but firm voice. "Shadow will do. The name of a thing is it's power."<br/><br/>She leaned back, turning her eyes to Ghaleon. "There is no reason to pursue this further. You do not know who I seek and I do not have time to inform you. What could you do that I cannot?"