The man's steady eyes widened at the bow, but more at the words she spoke. He opened his mouth, seemed to search a moment, caught off guard.

"My Lady," he started, accented but clear, the edges of his words and how he shaped the vowels giving him a voice close to Kell's. His expression had turned careful but concerned, not about her but for her.

"Of course, I will do my best. There are many visitors in the city now, and we Arnesians strive to be good hosts."

Recovering himself, he smiled politely. "Do you need directions?"