The ease with which Vengarl addressed him made Naveen notice it even less than he would normally. So often were titles thrown at him, it was far more noticeable when someone referred to him without praising his royal eminence along the way.

"You do not say, my friend." Curious, indeed. Naveen tapped a finger to his chin, thoughtful. "But I am sure we will be safe from the ensnaring grasp of this place, provided we do not enter any shadowy tents. Now--"

The nudge sent Naveen stumbling, but he recovered quickly and with a broad grin. "Achidanza! Lead the way, ... your name, my friend, I have been remiss in not asking for it!"