Atticus let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, and hesitated a moment before standing, as if not entirely believing Mr. Adlard. Though the man had long considered himself one who got along easily with strangers, the formality of the situation had rendered him more uneasy than he had expected.

"Good day," he extended politely before departing, relieved when finally he stepped out again onto Irvingly's familiar cobbles.