When I give my name, I give him only "Kurgen" with my clan name conspicuously absent. It's not an uncommon practice among us Dwarves, exactly, reserving knowledge of our ancestry for those who have earned the honor. It's a somewhat outdated practice in the modern age, however. Low birth rates, concentrated culture (such as the embassy here in this city), and a complicated social etiquette shared among many of the Dwarven Clans, have all conspired to reveal our names and lineages to one another regardless. Like how I knew of Grimbold before our meeting. In any case, he knows I am honorbound to share that knowledge at a future date if he follows through here. For now, though, "Kurgen" will do just fine. He can ask around anywhere he likes. I am well known among the Dwarves here now and I am known to some of the peoples of this city.
I'm fairly surprised myself. Calling upon that oath reminded me strongly of my father. I felt the iron in his voice shaped around my own for a moment. Hell, I hadn't realized I still even knew the traditional words. It takes me a moment to pull myself from that rigid formality. I'm surprised at myself in other ways as well. Clearly, being a part of the colony gave me the ability to think for myself. It made me a little strange by Dwarven standards, sure, but it also helped to forge me into the person I am today. And I take pride in who I have become. Certainly, Baldir and crew saw worth in me or I wouldn't be standing here now. But being back in amongst our traditional societal artifacts has also clearly brought much of my strict upbringing rushing back. And there isn't anything wrong with my Clan's old creed: "Of Stern Mind and Body," of course, but it seems that with the return of those practical attitudes came the absolute and useless prejudices of my father. And my respect for Baldir blinded me to his own slight bias. Dwarves...we are always harshest 'gainst ourselves. I should know better. When I see his legs, inwardly, I feel a rush of shame and anger at myself. Slimeball he may yet turn out to be but I should make my own judgement on it in time. I cannot help but feel some admiration for him that he has found a way to continue on and that he yet responds to the call to honor. I have been unfair. And after all the men and women I've treated, no less. Many Dwarves, especially those in the warrior caste, if indeed that's what Grimbold was, would have gone for a swim.
"...you? Will you stay with them?"
"For a time, if I may. But then I must report back to the "old vulcano" and seek the others before I return." I grin, letting him know I mean no harm in the jibe, and clasp his forearm. "You have acted well today, Grimbold, and I have misjudged you. I will nae make tha mistake again. Thank you."