Soren paused a moment, watching her bow and quirking his eyebrows a bit. Not really what he expected, but he supposed he ought to follow suit.

"My name is Soren, tactician of the Greil Mercenaries." And of nowhere in particular. As far as he was concerned, his area of employ was ... sufficient. (It was more home than anywhere else, after all.)

In any case, he returned the bow stiffly.