"Yshvold, I don't remember who called me that. Just that it is my name." He stands from his box with his one remaining note and considers how to show his appreciation.
Looking at his hand and back up to Hoxzi the idea of a wave seemed to be his best option before another thought comes to mind. If she would be a friend then she should know who he is. An image of the man with the paper is used as he manipulates his facial muscles to do what he thinks is a proper smile. It takes almost a minute of him tilting his head back and forth and concentration, to Hoxzi it would look like something had gotten into his mask and he was desperately trying to get it out without taking his mask off.
A smile would not be enough to show gratitude and so he imagines what Miss Petra would say in this situation. Something polite and graceful, a verbal dance of appreciation aimed at the heart of her target. Yshvold lifts his mask just enough for Hoxzi to see pale grey skin and a misshaped, toothy, grin. Once again one side was far wider than the other and showed way too much teeth, it seemed more like a show of intimidation than an expression of joy or appreciation.
"I thank you for your lesson and your time, may we meet again soon. I must meet with Miss Petra before sundown." A dance of words turned into a forced stumble and less graceful but more robotic. He raised his hand and attempted the wave she showed him, it was only marginally better but the basic idea was there, albeit too forced. It looked like something not human was pretending to be one.
