Saeril raised her hands halfway to show that both of them don’t mean them any harm; that they only come as temporary visitors. It’s been so long since she had last stepped on the grounds of the Blue Mountains. “We wish to speak with Dis. The Daughter of Durin?”, she asked aloud, hoping to know the whereabouts of the female dwarf. “Who calls?”, a soft female voice spoke, as the dwarf they’ve been seeking, walked through the crowd, who managed to part the royal’s path. The Dwarven woman looked like a female version of Kili: Long, dark hair and eyes, as well as fair, light skin. All the traits of a pure-blooded Durin. Her eyes widened a little, as she started to see a familiar face. 

Once Dis managed to stop in front of them by a few feet, Saeril quickly took off her horned headdress, and kneeled before the Durin princess.