[ And then he tenses; his head swivels over towards the Butcher, and then turns away again before he can really register the man's expression. He'll lose his nerve if he looks too long, he suspects.
He comes forward and, awkwardly, climbs down onto his knees. Not the graceful gesture of a noble Vor. Just the stubby-legged clambering of a twisted little dwarf. ]
no subject
Just the oath to be sworn in as a Count.
[ And then he tenses; his head swivels over towards the Butcher, and then turns away again before he can really register the man's expression. He'll lose his nerve if he looks too long, he suspects.
He comes forward and, awkwardly, climbs down onto his knees. Not the graceful gesture of a noble Vor. Just the stubby-legged clambering of a twisted little dwarf. ]