The Dwarf looked positively displeased, but he remained silent through the old woman and his companion's exchange. Even during fake adventures, he got the jerk treatment. Suddenly a thought hit him that wiped his previous annoyance away.

"Ellise," the Dwarf started, sounding more like 'Nokosi' than 'Clamor'. "I don't know how what to do at a noble's party. How am I going to 'fit in'?"