He looked up to see a vision in leaf, a little older than he was expecting. Politely he stood. "Indeed milady, and you would be Terrwyn then?"
At the very least tonight would perhaps give him something to write about. He was rather thinking the path he would like to take would be Author, where he could have great flexibility in his schedule to experience the world only to come home to the comfort and silence to write about it.
"Enchanted I'm sure." He bowed to her. His manners came from Oban nobility despite his decidedly mixed heritage.