An unfamiliar name - and given courteously at that, without the sickly shiver of corrupting dragonspeech that the Enemy's beasts had.

(the purple flickers of uncertainty are more frequent, now, but Maglor cannot bring himself to put the blade down, as yet)

"The Enemy might say that too." He rasps, but concedes, "But you have done me no harm, as yet."

(and Runyu has been polite, even moving back so as not to loom)

"Are you one of the folk drawn here, then, and changed against your will?"

(how cruel to force a dragon-shape)