"A friend, then." He notes, picking a different word for it than Dankovsky had chosen - but from the outside, the respect is easy to consider as the method by which the Bachelor might determine those worth his time. Not money, nor influence, but skill - it makes Celehar's estimation of the man rise in turn. Given the efforts to combat a plague, as well - it's enough by far to balance out the image of a peacock-showoff courier. He's almost forgotten himself enough to smile.

"If it were a language, it must have named itself," Celehar says. "Though perhaps only in the practical way, as 'The language of the people of the Steppe'. That is the way of it with Ethuverazhin or Barizhese - our neighbors," he adds, for Daniil's benefit of the unfamiliar name. Names have power, even so simple a name as that."

He looks over Dankovsky, considering the shirt and the absent jacket, and asks, "Were the customs of the Steppe quite different? Your hair aside, your dress is more familiar than the others here." Need's apron is that of a working woman, unusual but not unheard of, but the others... some of their clothing is so strange in construction. Celehar, in the meanwhile - he certainly doesn't look fancy in his shirtsleeves, but he still has earrings, and the pins holding his hair coiled off of his neck have little glass-pearl decorations to them. And of course, it's impossible to miss how long he wears it.