"I'm giving you the chance to think it over in the interim," Solomon answered with a smile. "But I am serious about naming him, nonetheless; otherwise he would only obey you because I have ordered him to do so. A name would prevent anyone else from superseding your orders, and make it difficult for me to do so against your will."

Which was the point, really; Bakura had control issues, and a name would assure him as much control over the revenant as could be gotten. A blood-bond would seal that power, but Solomon wasn't going to suggest that. Bakura already knew, besides.

As they walked on, casting the bird out before them as a scout, Solomon grew slowly aware of a deathspring in the tunnels ahead. It was at a distance, and deeper than they currently were--but not so deep as the mines went; if anything it was off to the side. Deathsprings weren't unusual in a mine, but this one was powerful and indicated a number of a deaths. He paused to cast his senses out, to divine what had caused it and whether it would be useful for them.

"There was a cave-in not too far from here," he said. "A big one. It's possible they didn't extend the tunnels beyond it; we may be able to find substantial deposits past there." In a tunnel, with a light-source, and in the middle of a deathspring--he'd easily be able to summon the shadows for a structure to keep the tunnel from falling down around their heads.