"As well as any other," She answered with a smile. "How about you, dear?"
"Uh. Good," Attrebus said, uncertain whether or not he should give the womer his name. Especially since he had no idea how he’d ended up in… Skyrim? Yeah, it must be Skyrim. That or Bruma. Nowhere else was this cold. "It’s confusing, but it’s good. No one’s tried to kill me, that’s always good."
Clearing his throat, he offered her his hand. “My name is… Varus,” he said, choosing the name of a merchant he was familiar with. “Varus Vatinius.”