The northerner had nodded in response to the draconic demon. He still didn't know the words, but he could seem to feel some of the meaning behind them. He knew that it wanted his name, something he was hesitant to give. A name was a powerful thing in the wrong hands. Even a normal person could seriously harm and pervert another if they chose to use their name. For a wielder of black magic to have a hold of such a thing was tantamount to a fate worse then death.
Still, he had to be known. That was clear enough. His scaled arm rubbed against his side for a moment and gave him an idea. If he would be named here in the south lands then it should be a name that reminded him with every mention why he was here, what he had to overcome to return. Curse, he would be known simply as curse.
"Garkar." He spoke. He knew that the word would probably mean nothing to these people who didn't speak his language, but to him it was everything.
He now looked over the others. He did not know why, but they had come to a point some distance away. He had followed them this far, but now it seemed they were splitting up; two groups for some reason.
He didn't care much about which group to join, but he did not want to be left behind. Deciding without hesitation, he joined the left group.
