The half-elven man bows back, though it is little more than his head that bows, an awknowledgement rather than a gesture of admiration.
"Flutter. Assassin." he responds, with just the slightest trace of a smile at hearing the reference to "honorable sir".
"I should hope that others will come. Each of the pads has a name on it, and some of those listed are well known indeed. Should they choose not to come our task might be rather more difficult -- if the gods thought that such as they were needed to aid us, it will be a quest indeed."
He pauses.
"I must admit curiosity at your title. If I may be so bold, to what may it be attributed?" Flutter asks, looking genuinely interested.