Nestor groaned at the prospect of the lecture. "Begging the captain's pardon, but may those of us who have lived a century of the city's history and been in one of said houses for the same be excused from the presentation? I would fain not distract others from what I'm sure will be a riveting tale in the telling due to my own boredom." It sounds slightly arrogant, but it's more that he simply doesn't have a desire or a need to hear something that he has probably already heard thrice over or more. He gave proper obeisance to the captain all the while, and gave a deferential nod to Shard when he spoke, choosing not to address the constructed man particularly. Perhaps he was a little rude, but such prejudices ran deep. In truth there was an interest there in how lifeless stone was granted movement long after any applied will of sorcerer or psion might falter.<br/><br/>Sunshadow drew a longer gaze from him than the others, partially because she was female, but moreover because he knew the other two from either reputation or research.<em>Behavioral profiler? To observe whom?</em>Her manner of dress brought about further questions, but those were better left for another time. "Ah, and lest I forget, I am Nestor d'Phiarlan, yes, those Phiarlans, and suffice that I am often called Ness. It will do me no offense should you do similarly." Ness had indeed become a nickname, often prefaced by some sort of humor such as dark-Ness, high-Ness, or any other manner of pun as the lackwits he was destined to spend his days with could conjure.