Nathan hid his amusement that someone at his age would be called boy.  As for the rudeness of the dwarf, he'd known enough dwarfs to expect that from them.  Living among themselves, they'd never really learned how to behave around others not of their kind.   As for a dwarf claiming to be a holy man, those terms didn't seem to fit in the same sentence.<br/><br/>"Abia, you have a dwarf claiming to be a "Saint Uncas" downstairs.  He's asking for your big guest in the room next to mine.  He looks harmless enough, for a dwarf.  By the way, did you know the woman that was with the big man is downstairs as well, sewing?"  To him, it just seemed like a strange time of night to be sewing up the clothes of the man.  Especially since she hadn't seemed all that concerned with his well-being earlier in the night.  There seemed to be a strange relationship going on between those two.<br/><br/>Nathan resumed his seat by the door of the injured man, assuming there were greater threats than a dwarf with a hammer.  And besides, if the dwarf was determined to be a friend of the man, he could pass on the duty of protecting him to the dwarf and finally go to bed himself.