Amanda
The old man looks at me with a strange look on his face and takes a
moment to reply back to what I had asked of him. He slowly scratches
his hairy chin and runs his hands down through his long, twisted, snow
white beard.
My name is Amanda and I really don't know what is going on here sir.
I am willing to help you out and try to free this island though. I
awoke lying on the ground and then saw this boy I assume to be your
son. He told me a little about the islands evil tyrant, and as I said
I am willing to help you free this island. Sir if you don't mind
could I please ask what your name is?
