"Grownup reasons."

Bonesaw makes a face but doesn't ask.

"Do you have a name picked out?"

"They won't earn a name till they accomplish something."

"Oh, yeah. That's sorta sad."

"Will you get to pick it when that happens?"

"No, somebody important recognizing their accomplishment does that."

"What sort of accomplishments get recognized?"

"Usually it's victories in battle."

"Oh, that makes sense as a way to do it I guess."

"Sometimes it's other stuff like the guy who wrote our hallucination parameters."

"What'd he get named for?"

"Writing good hallucinations, I'm pretty sure."

"That's a neat thing to get named for!"

"I think he's pretty proud of it, yeah."

"Could you get named for your painting?"

"I don't think so."

"Aw, why not? Your paintings are really good."

"I don't think the name-giver-outer type people are really into paintings."

"Well I think that's silly of them."

"I think it's just an orc thing, painting is too Elfy for them."

Over the next few months Bonesaw's main project is making sure Glaurung grows up big and strong, as well as working on the next generation of dragons (which might actually have wings!). Glaurung's appetite expands as he grows and so Bonesaw asks the orf if she can recommend any snacks for him.

"Is he gonna eat them whole or just like an arm or something?"

"Well, not just an arm but I don't think he's so big that he'll eat all of them in one bite yet, he'll still need to chew and stuff."

"Yeah, mostly I just wanted to know if they'll die of it."

"I guess they will? Unless there's a reason for them not to."

"I can pick people I'm okay with having them die, just the kinda thing I like to know."