A helping hand

I turned around, a bit startled, to face a middleaged man wearing a light chain armor shirt and green pants. His face was friendly and warm. He smiled at me and said, "You're new here, aren't you?"
"Its that obvious?" I replied with a slight groan.
"Well, lets just say that some more established players can spot early game jitters. Don't worry, everyone has had them." He smiled a winning smile to me and ushered me along with him casually as he began to walk down the street. I felt a little less conspicuous now that I was walking with someone, but felt a little uncomfortable since his hand stayed wrapped over my shoulder as we walked.
"My name is Rylen young lady, what shall I call you?"
"Oh, um... well, my name is... is..."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm trying to tell you my name, but I can't say it."
"That's because you can only tell me your on-line player name. Were you trying to tell me your real name?" He took his map out again, smiling now.
"Well, yes, but..."
"My map hs a few more features than yours does. It tells me your name is Misty. Isn't that it?"
I rolled my eyes as he caled me by that name. "Well, yes, but not really..."
He typed a few short entries into his map and smiled again. "I'll tell you what. Hand me your map and I'll set it so that you can tell me your name, or even change your name if you like, since you don't seem to like "Misty".