Arn, ever the cadet, had focused his attention beyond the immediate party at his table, to analyzing those at other adjacent ones.  He noticed that the vast majority of the student’s were humans.  Which made sense as the race proliferated and reproduced at much faster rates than Dwarves.  Non humans were the obvious minority with small pockets sitting close together with those of similar backgrounds or race.

He was just finishing appraising the weapons of a what looked like a some beast men looking group when he heard a sound that made the hairs on his back stand straighter than a phalanx of spears ready to receive a Calvary charge….the clearing of a throat meant to catch your attention before being addressed. 

[color=00aeef]“Hello there, I couldn't help but notice you staring at the empty space in front of you. Here, face us instead,"[/color]

The young dwarf’s head swung slowly to this left slower than the Three-ton metal and stone doors of the Iron Keep.  Finally, his eyes caught sight of something that made his skin craw under his chain shirt.  The eager and smiling face of a blonde lad was looking straight at him.  The boy’s eyes bright and expectant made the cleric in training swallow hard.  

Arn tightened his interlocking fingers so hard that a lesser race’s skull would have been crushed between them.  His mind raced trying to find excuses to avoid interaction.  However, there was no possibility for tactical retreat.  Especially when the deadly first introductions were fired into him like a cloud of ballista bolts. 

 [color=00aeef]"My name is Calven Fallard - but you can call me Cal!" the blond chirped happily before pointing to the magus next to him, "...and this is my lovely roommate Ixius Delthrane! We’re both from the Magus’ Librarium if you’ve heard of it."[/color]

The dwarf  offered a slight nod to to Cal and in the direction of Ixius.  He may abhor the idea of being chummy with strangers but he was still required to show proper etiquette and respect.  Keeping the majority of his body taunt and facing forward so that only head was turned in their direction, the dwarf took a deep breath and then produced a properly respectful and polite voice. 

[color=0054a6]“Greetings, I am Arn Second son of Thur HammerStone and Vassals to the BattlerHammer clan.  A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Yes, I have heard of the Librarium.”[/color]  He immediately snapped his head to the front as if to signify that he had done his social obligation of being polite and that the conversation was over. 

As he did so, his heart dropped as yet another new comer showed up.  The dwarf started to scan the other tables nearby.  He was looking for some sort of dwarven looking body that he could excuse himself to under the premise that he might know them.  At least, if there was a dwarven person then they could be quiet together.