"Llyr ap Grufydd," he confirmed, shaking her hand firmly. "I'd love to come eat with you. My family was small but the dinner table was always full back home, we were very community orientated." he spoke fondly, remembering his family back home. He took the dagger out of courtesy, placing it carefully in his belt, although he felt that he would have no need for it. If they did meet any danger, his staff would be enough to keep strangers at bay. "I'll let you know when I'm on the verge of sleepwalking." He processed the information, nodding and pointing at his wagon trailing behind, and thought about how to describe his home.<br/>"My home is far from here, almost a week trek, in the Welsh country side. It's small but we're all close in my town. Don't get groping where I'm from, the ladies will chop fingers if us boys step over the line."