It's given freely. [Balthier waves the thanks away, quite literally - makes a motion like he's tossing the words over his shoulder. Ever the dramaqueen.

He leans a little further forward, though, until he's on the edge of his makeshift seat.]

Balthier, leading man, dashing rogue, friend to those in low places. [Given 'my people,' maybe Thrall doesn't quite make the cut. This one bears the mark of a lamenting leader. For a moment he's amused by the comparison, but he supposes not all of them can be fair young maidens.]

Of course, right now I've been given a new title; Shardbearer, wasn't it? Chafes at the neck, if you ask me. [Like an illfitting suit. Balthier even tugs on his collar.]