He winced wondering if the boy truly knew what he was getting into. Revealing the dagger he always kept ready he twisted it in his palm. Once last look at the desperate man and pricked his thumb pressing it against the others. Once he was finished he helped the boy up moving him as if he were a puppet. “Alright Yexiall, the first thing is I cannot keep calling you Yexiall.” He scoft, “Though you give your self away as noble, not many people are fans of your people. Choose a different family and name too associate yourself with.” His eyes drifted towards the sky finding some better looking clothing that would suit the boys status. “Something a merchant would call themselves.”