"I will offer ya S ones," he promises. "But I want ya ta have a couple others first." His lips press, the words clearly having more meaning than just explanation.

"Conmac, means hound-son." A name, a name that is his. Or was.

"Or Failinis." There's a moment where he shrugs in realization. "Though he's also Ṡalinnis. Or Shalinnis, if yer lookin' at S's."

His mind starts to wander to other S names.