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What Is In a Name?



Egfor strode with purpose into the town hall. The early morning frost clung to his beard, making it look silvery than it was already. Egfor hesitated, soaking in the heat of the building.

He turned towards the notary. A sleepy looking man sat behind the desk, nursing a cup of coffee. It took the notary a solid moment to register someone standing in front of him. He lifted his eyes up. Way up, gaping a little at the fur clad, massive man in front of him. The notary set his coffee, gesturing at the chair across from him, "Mister Egfor! Sit! What brings you?"

Egfor plopped down in the chair with a grunt. He enviously eyes the man's coffee for a moment, then looks at the man across from him, "I need to change my surname first." 

The notary nods and grabs a book, flipping through the town records, "Last we spoke, you chose Huntsman, correct? You know, I never understood how no surnames are a thing."

Egfor nods, "Correct, sir." He chuckles, "I would be Egfor, son of Gwawr. Or like I did, identified with trade."

The notary furrows a brow, "Better hope your parents have odd names. Ah! Here you are." The notary grabs his quill, dashing out Egfor's old chosen surname, starting the line under it with the date, "And what is the new name? Innkeeper?" The notary chortles at his own joke.

Egfor grins a little, "Alcarien." The notary hesitates, looking up at Egfor for a long moment before scribing in the new name, "Ah, that is right. You are married to Dem."

The notary fans the page with his hand to dry the ink, "He helped my daughter in some unfortunate circumstances when I was unable to. We owe a lot to him." The main trails off in his thoughts, shaking his head suddenly, "Perhaps if you aren't busy, you can go speak to her. She'd be delighted to meet his spouse."

Egfor taps a stack of papers he held, "After I redo my property papers." The notary nods, "Of course. Linda right over there can help you." The notary scribbles an address on a scrap of parchment and hands it to Egfor.

Egfor nods and takes it, heading to do the longer, more boring paperwork. It occurred to him after– he did not pay for his name change. He let it slide by.