The question was met with a look of genuine - if mild - surprise from the smaller man.

"You are asking a simple medicine peddler's name?"

In all his years, not a single person had thought to ask his name; not specifically. His occupation had always sufficed.

Elecmon clearly had not been informed of this.

"Well yeah. I might not have one yet, but names are a big deal to Chosen, right? Of course Rowan wants to know."

"...I suppose."