Ancalagon shrugs, and says, "Well, thank you for your time, and I will return later to talk some more. But for now, we leave. My thanks again for the conversation, and might I inquire as to my delightful hostess' name?"<br/><br/>A little over the top, he supposed, but better safe than sorry. After getting her name, or not, as she wanted, Ancalagon let Myra lead again, and dragged Raura away from a tile that she had been trying, without success, thank the scaled gods and goddesses, to pry loose without being noticed.