Venavis

“No, not really.” Varug shook his head before frowning. “I’m of Clan Crothu, though, and my father was Xoreg, so if for some reason a full introduction was needed, I’d be Varug of Xoreg out of Vruzar of Crothu, as I don’t have an honor-name.” “What’s an honor-name?” Erendiel looked up from where he was changing one of Varug’s dressings. “I think we can leave this one off.” “Good.” Varug smiled. The bandages were starting to itch. Erendiel had deemed a few still necessary, and he hadn’t argued. “Those are like legend-marks, where you know, you do something great and are known far and wide as ‘Dragon-biter’, or ‘Stone-hammer’.” “Ah.” Erendiel nodded. “We, uh, have a similar tradition, actually. Some of them make it into our coat of arms. My father’s line have always been soldiers, and various members have given us a falcon, a sea-serpent, and an elephant in ours.” “Elephants, those are really big horses with huge ears?” A traveler had claimed to see one, but Varug thought it