Stian scanned his mind for the name. He knew of no such warrior still living called Merlin. However... "Merlin? You hide behind myth and legend? Coward! Don't you have any pride? If you wish to remain anonymous then state your reasoning for being here" Stian wasn't buying whatever cheap gag this man was selling. If he claimed such a title he was a mage like himself. If that were true... Then he could know what Stian was trying to do. This was getting worse by the second. If he was compromised, the organization would come after him. What he was doing is highly forbidden magic. The tomb he had alone was enough to be killed for. "Choose your next words carefully. If you are the Merlin of England that raised King Arthur, you would know of magic beyond my understanding. You would know of the spell behind me-" Stian began to infuse magic into his pistol, charging the carved runes with energy. "You would know that this spell was something I would be killed over"