Elkirk
The cleric blinked as the tiny and hyperactive gnome just flew about what seemed like 10 sentences stringed together in a matter of seconds. He hadn't met someone nearly this eager to talk or so energetic at the same time. Still, he decided to be polite, even if his prayer was interrupted. His clothes fit him just fine, even if they weren't as comfortable as his robes from home...

"Good day to you miss. I'm Elkirk, a priest of Pelor. My uniform is just fine, thank you..." he said in a calm and soft, though deep tone, as if used to reading to people often.