Gohrion and Deidre sat down after a while, to make Plans about how they would manage everything.
Deidre started off. "We should probably figure out what we sould call you and how we introduce you to others."
Gohrion lightly wrinkled his Eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"We can't really introduce you as Gohrion Grey, the Orc Spellblade. People know you in Newage.
And you honestly don't really look like an Orc, at least not a full one."
Gohrion nodded along at first, but burst out, when she said that he didn't look like an Orc.
"What do you mean i don't look like an Orc?!" He stared at her in mild anger.
"Well, you look a little bit too... pretty to be an Orc. You look more like a half-Elf and a somewhat delicate one at that."
Gohrion looked at his Hands and fell back into the Chair, with a Feeling of defeat. "I look like a Girl."
"We could always say that you're our Son." Gohrion looked up at that.
"We could just call you Goh Naeran and say, that you're named after your Father, who took care of you until now."
"That's... actually a pretty good Idea. It would be way easier to get my Money like that as well."
Gohrion said thoughtfully. "And it makes sense that i would take on your last Name. I'm going to be your Son after all."
She added: "And i doubt anyone would remember, wether or not i was pregnant 9 Years ago."
"Alright, then i guess i'll be...