Dignity
Daneel's mind raced as he swept through the town. He seemed to gather up slaves, refinery workers, and even a few from the Courtyard as if he was a gale gusting over a dusty landscape. They fell into step behind him, asking where he was going but still following even if he gave no answer. His head was bent in thought, his brows were furrowed with concentration and his eyes remained on the tiled pavement, but he was not unaware of the large crowd he was gathering with each step that he took.
A babble grew behind him, getting louder and louder with each second that passed. It was mostly filled with curiosity, but there were equal parts awe due to what he had accomplished in the town before and shock due to his relationship with the dwarves that they had found out, and the nickname whose origin they did not know.