<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Image084.jpg)</div>Recognizing Juris, Hanna smiled and gave a wave of greeting.  It was always good to see a familiar face: it brought back that level of trust, of certainty that things would go well, and an intuitive understanding of combat tactics.<br/><br/>Obviously Juris felt the same way, because she had quite a few compliments to offer.  Hanna ever so gently blushed at the words.  To her, the task was simple, something that anyone who spent her entire life building her strength by pounding heated metal into shape.  The question only was why more people didn't, and when praise was so easily lauded due to efforts, it was hard to understand why not.<br/><br/>She never really let herself consider the average lifespan of an adventurer.<br/><br/>The introduction of the half-elf brought another smile and wave, but with a look of confusion at the different given names.  She didn't understand the origin of the nickname - the actual reason being far too obvious and demeaning for her to guess - but an individual seemed a better judge for the nickname they wanted to share with the masses.  "Minyche," she said with a nod, but with faint uncertainty in her tone as to whether she'd picked the right name.<br/><br/>So many people seemed to have multiple names.  Growing up, only the few people who visited her village had more than one, leading her to expect that it was an aberration.  Perhaps she should see about the process of getting one herself...or perhaps she should wait in case some sort of noble house offered her the use of their own.<br/><br/>Another possibility occurred to her: one bard had attempted to brand her as The Whirling Death, but she'd hated the title.  Points could as easily be something similar that Minyche wanted to put behind her, especially if she was atoning and wanted to live a new life.