"Griff”, he replied.
"A scholar whose work I do not know, a critical term with which I am not familiar, or your name?"
"My name. Is that a local mural?" Griff pointed a large hand at the book on the table.
"It is a facsimile of a 15th century French manuscript. I'm Caydance Skye O'Brien." While she was talking, Griff reached across the table and slid the book to his side of the table.