When Doc entered the chamber, the Thane and the Merchant rose to their feet. To the young aid, the Thane said, ‘You may leave us.’ The young Elf bowed and did so. Still standing, the Thane said to Doc, ‘Will you share a meal with us? I would like you to meet an old friend.’
Bowing Elf-fashion, Doc responded, ‘I will indeed!’
‘Good,’ said the Thane, sounding relieved. ‘Please allow me to make introduction. This is Finli, a Merchant of Mirrindale.’
Doc’s smiled. ‘We’ve met, but hadn’t been formally introduced. By the way, I meant to ask you before; would you be the Finli Malina spoke of?’
The Merchant’s bubbly laugh at the mention of his name was infectious. ‘My fame precedes me! You have no idea how I’ve worried this past year over Malina’s absence. Karras here tells me you know my Pixie friend well.’
Doc was surprised by Finli’s use of the Thane’s familiar name. The Thane smiled wryly, and said, ‘There is no need for formality here. You too may call me Karras if you wish, at least in less formal circumstance.’
‘In that case,’ said Doc, ‘You may as well call me James. Where I come from, Doc is short for Doctor, or as you might say, Healer.’