Awakening in a frigid, dusty space, a confining collar clasped around your neck post an unsettling encounter. A voice startles you Greetings. You're my damane. I'm a Sul'dam. Despite skepticism from others, I believe in forging a friendship. What is your name? the question is asked with the intention of changing the name if she doesn't like it

For moments, you're quiet, apprehensive of the unknown Speak, damane. she demands coldly