Laurentum. Marek wasn't entirely sure of the reference, but he could guess that it had something to do with Italy. For some reason it brought to mind the classic picture of an ancient Roman soldier, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why. His history and geography and - whatever else, it was all rusty.
"Lorenzo," he said, picking up the quill in both hands. "Lorenzo the Mighty Quill. I like it." He grinned, and explained, although it was probably unnecessary. "Mighty as in mightier than the sword. Not necessarily your sword, of course."