As we were walking through the dungeons, Crispin kept trying to make conversation. The questions had started pretty benign, whats my favourite food, favourite colour, that sort of thing, and I had replied in one word answers. But slowly the questions had gotten more personal until I started to suspect that he knew who I was. He cleared his throat. "So where's home to you? Where do you go when adventures are finished?"Okay, I was certain that he knew who I was. His question d...