A third figure, hooded in a mud-stained travel cloak, stepped forward. to this point. The figure had not spoken with anyone else, simply watching from a few steps away. However, with the request to stand as a pallbearer, the figure moved closer. Its stature was that of a dwarf, but it possessed grace far beyond that found in a race known for stomping. Bowing low to the late professor's daughter, it spoke. "I, too, will serve." The sound was like gravel on rocks, but higher pitched as if belonging to a ... female? Yes, now that the figure stood closer, the others could see the shape was not completely blockish ... but by no means attractive.