What's he supposed to do with a shepherd's name? Why is Dain even giving him his name? You don't introduce yourself to someone you're going to--except what if he's not going to have him executed? What if this man is like Lance? He's not, of course. He's a shepherd. He's probably executed a lot of people for having the vice whether they did or not, that's what shepherds do. But if he likes cats...

"Detlef," he says slowly. Dain already has his position and description. A name isn't going to give anything else away. "I'm Detlef Zauber. And I did."

Detlef glances back at the stables before nodding his head at the door. "They're warm inside, if you'd like to come in. I'm sure this fellow would be glad to be out of the cold for a little too." He starts walking that way slowly, not wanting to risk sudden movements. ...As if sudden movements would startle a shepherd out of calm and send him off? He's not sure what he's thinking there. All he knows is that he's very stressed.

Once inside, it's very warm. There are a few stools by the fireplace, two of which are occupied by cats. Another cat is draped over the mantle, and a fourth gets up and stretches as they come in. Other loafs can be seen here and there.

"Three of them are mine. The others are, they know it's warm and they'll be fed and not harmed, so they linger."