Rena had always been known in the outpost as exactly what she had told them she was, which was mostly how everyone else operated. However, some significant issues were already surfacing, and Sylvester simply had to ask.
"I... Don't understand," Rena forced a confused look and said, acting as though she hadn't quite caught what he meant.
"This is serious, Rena Ironcrown. If I am guessing correctly, that is the surname of the Ironcrown Family. The same family that governs the Steel Empire, under Jonah Ironcrown specifically."
"How can you prove to me that you are not from that same family?" He asked.
"I'm simply not," Rena almost slipped, but she steadied herself and held his gaze.
"I'm Rena Ironcrown, but not that Ironcrown. If I were from such a family, would I really be here?" She asked, her eyes gleaming with growing tension.
Sylvester gave her a measured look and smiled faintly, then reached into his drawer and pulled out a folded paper, placing it in front of her.
