I'm Byleth, a mercenary. Though, judging by your quickness to hurl insults, I assume you'll call me whatever it is you fancy.

[Byleth's tone and face was utterly bland, genuinely unbothered by the insult. Mercs were like that all the time - demon, freak, coldhearted bastard... weirdo freak ranked pretty low on the insult-o-metre for him. That it came from a complete stranger meant it barely registered. At least he's not trying to stab him, because Byleth wasn't in the mood to kill in self-defence right now.]

Are you hunting for supplies, stranger?