Masdor was no longer hanging upside down, but he was still tied up, the being who did it was wearing a mask made of bark, cooking something over a fire. "Well this is great, I get kidnapped and my captor doesn't have the decency to untie me."
Masdor Cerin looked at Masdor "Shut up."
Masdor, not phased by the insult, asks: "What can I call you?" The masked Masdor replies, "Cerin." Masdor turns pale. "Tha...That's my name."