"Je ne parle francais, parlez-vous ... um.... english?"  Tehr stammered out, his limited memory of french sayings failing him halfway through the first sentence.  His eyes were drawn to the owner and the duke, but gentlemanly manners prevented him from simply bypassing the french woman.  His eye took in her dress, and he wondered if that was the latest fashion coming out of the gaulic countries.  He had to admit that fashion was not something he kept up on in general.  While he approved of the emphasized bosom, he wasn't sure how he felt about the extended backside.<br/><br/>He bowed slightly, "Apologies madam, I do not speak french, as you can tell.  My name is Master Tehr ir'Wynt, how may I be of service?"