[ Ori nods at his suggestion, finding him pleasantly diplomatic thus far. She's got a good feeling about this one! Certainly beats that guy who was offering to bury people alive. Or the guy who said he hunts scholars for a living. Or the guy beating on palm trees.

Then she watches him demonstrate, trying to internalize that technique, even down to the shape of the stone he uses, thoughtfully humming at the observation. She squats down to start searching for a similar stone in the sand when he introduces himself. ]

Tartaglia isn't too bad, in my opinion. Sort of reminds me of... pasta? [ Tortellini. She's talking about Fantasy Italian Tortellini. ] I've come across folks with plenty of tongue-tying names! Mine is Oriphi, but everyone calls me Ori.