" Ettrek deboarded first, greeting a man with black hair long enough to brush his shoulders with a clasped hand. When I moved closer, I realized they had to be brothers, maybe even twins.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” the brother said. “Cyra fucking Noavek is with you.”
“How did you know my middle name?” I said.
He smiled, and offered me a hand. “My name is Zyt. Short for something so long I don’t even remember it myself. I’m Ettrek’s older brother.”
“You probably don’t want to shake my hand,” I said. “You’re welcome to shake Teka’s twice, though.”
“Don’t volunteer me for extra handshakes,” Teka said. “Hi. Teka Surukta.”
“Here are some oracles,” I said, gesturing behind me to Eijeh and Sifa. Zyt raised his eyebrows. "

― Veronica Roth , The Fates Divide (Carve the Mark, #2)