Marcello looked backwards and saw Amber, one of the higher standing women in the tribe who he had met just two months prior when he was seperated from his expedition and captured by the village hunters. Although for him being captured was acctually a blessing in disguise, allowing him to forever leave the harpy back home. The mere thought of going back to her often made him shiver in fear.<br/><br/>He set the mallet down as well as laying the few boards he had already cut to the side and stood up, turning back to face her and nod slowly. "As you wish, I only wanted to get an early start on the project." he said with his thick italian accent slipping through. Since his work had to wait he knew there were likely other things he could do, he was never one to sit still and always preffered to be active and working with his hands if it were possible. After a moment he tilted his head to the side, wondering if there was more to her visit then a simple order "Do you need help with anything m'lady?" he asked politely.