Arngeirr swoops down like a huge gentlemanly bird, squatting as low as he can beside little Mary.  He places the box down beside him, making sure it is in his field of vision as he attends to the grave matter at hand.<br/><br/>"I say dear girl, you've done nothing wrong.  You asked a simple question is all, and I'm sure Valetni didn't mean to upset you when he gave you his answer.  Valetni is certainly a gentleman.  He wouldn't try to upset on purpose, surely?"<br/><br/>Arngeirr pulls a handkerchief from his pockets and gently dries the little girl's tears, tutting all the while.  "Now then, no more tears, little lass.  You're a big girl, and one day you'll be a fair gentlewoman I'm sure.  Do not fret over little things such as this, Mary.  This is simply how we grow.  We have to do something wrong a thousand times before we do it right; that's what my father always taught me."