"Master Tehr Kahiel ir'Wynt," Tehr said with a smile, then turning to face those that might have been watching he put on a humble face and made a 'calm down' motion with his hands.  A little louder than needed, he said, "There's no call for any of that sort of crime here in our city, not when good citizens stand up for what's right."<br/><br/>Of course, he didn't really believe most of what he was saying, but it sounded good.  Sounded like something the heroes in stories would say.  So he went with it.  Grinning at the old woman, he gestured to the table he had just vacated.  "I was just about to leave anyways, but would you care for some tea, sit down, regain your bearings? "   He really didn't want to dally with this woman, he wanted to get back to work translating the book he'd found, but the potential for a little extra fame, the Wynt house name being spread in a positive light was far too great to pass up.  Especially when he didn't know who this woman was.