"Yes...?" Neveah said uncertainly, finding the sudden change in the countenance of the dwarf strange.
"Blessed Blizzards! I am Mor' rud, librarian and scribe of the academy. Greetings, Mi Lady." The dwarf acknowledged, lowering his head to a deep bow.
The bow was so deep that the bushy beard of the dwarf that already came down to his knees now grazed the ground and the dwarf held the bowed position for much longer than should have been normal.
It took Neveah a moment to realize the dwarf was waiting for her to speak first and it seemed he would not stand aright if she did not.
Neveah chuckled awkwardly at the formality she was faced with.
"Be at ease." Neveah assured and the dwarf righted his posture, his wide, excited eyes finding Neveah's again.
All the outrage from a moment ago was completely forgotten.
