Steel and Ore Among the Runes

Lothaire remained where he was when the other stood from his resting place, and dropped into a stretch. He offered a slight nod when the other revealed that he didn't want to ruin the experience for anyone else. "That is good," he agreed, offering him a small smile coupled with a slow wag of his tail. What he hadn't been expecting was the elaborate dip of the male's body into a bow. It was difficult to keep the shock from his features, but he managed to look mildly surprised.

"There's no need for such elaborate formalities, I assure you. Once I was someone deserving of it, but I bear no titles in these lands. You needn't bow for me," he said, wanting to make sure this male knew he didn't stand before someone who required other's to bow for him. While it did stroke a part of him that desired recognition, Lothaire wasn't daft enough to accept it when he had done naught to earn it. He nodded when the other revealed he didn't remember what his last name was, nor could he recall his parents. "Ah, well that is no matter. I do not need your last name to enjoy your company," he woofed, his tail offering one last wag before he turned his attention toward the ethereal blue glow of the rocks once more.

"Right, well, there may be some moss collected near the base of the rocks. We can check there, but I'm not certain if it'll actually glow or not." With that said, Lothaire padded away to assess the area near the base of the rock formations.