Danny: Dublin, it’ll be safe there.
The man turns and then looks back with a nod for them to follow but Danny catches him by the sleeve and he turns back towards him.
Danny: What’s your name?
The question seems unexpected and he looks at him for a second with an intense stare, then softens his expression, then looks towards the dark forest again, then back at Danny. It’s almost as if he doesn’t want to say his name, but he reluctantly whispers it to him:
My name… is Ogmion.