“We meet again, Princess."

Moria stopped, startled out of her thoughts by the greeting. The peasant, Lander, stood in the hallway, smiling at her. He hadn't even bothered to bow, she realized. At least he addressed her properly. Composing herself quickly, she attempted a mask of careful neutrality, and succeeded for the most part. "Hello..." Her mind churned with titles, but none of them fit, and calling him peasant seemed to be an unpleasant reminder of her situation, "...Lander." 

Her gaze drifted to the door he stood in front of. It stood across from hers, and had been vacant for some time now. What he was doing here, she couldn't fathom. Perhaps he was lost, which was understandable. It took most guests months to figure out the layout, and Moria had the advantage of living there her entire life. “Can I help you find something?” She asked, neutral expression wavering into something more questioning.