"There's others who have been here longer," Nahobino offers, almost with a hint of guilt. Why is there always more secrets around every corner? And why must it always fall to him? He can at least shove Wrathion's anger for answers onto some of the more experienced adopted.

Wrathion offers his gratitude, and Nahobino waves him off casually. "Don't worry about it. There's monster in here, too, so you can take your anger off on them."

And then, ah, that question. He really should figure out how to answer it without hesitating. Nahobino is less of a name than a title, but it's the best he's got. "Everyone calls me Nahobino," He waits for Wrathion to be on his feet, and then immediately sets off.