Aye, well, if we're going to do that, I'm Jamie.

[Seems like as good a place as any to start, right? But his eyes drop back to the knife, and he shakes his head.]

No, that's not my knife. Mine should be...

[He lifts his jacket to check at his waist, where his dirk is sheathed as usual. No changes there.]

And there's no hunting here unless ye bring something to hunt, so it wasn't that. But there must have been some reason I was here, though.