Marcello was not really looking where he was going, as he had had the bright idea of making himself some Tuathailli vocabulary flash cards so that he could become better-acquainted with terminology important to local governance. He was staring at them, and not at the hall in front of him, which usually worked out well enough, since the building was very obliging as far as putting soft tapestries on any walls he might potentially bump into.

Marcello looked up, tripping over his foot. "Hello?" he called, as he righted himself, and stuffed the cards into his sleeve. "Is everything all right?"

Marcello jerked a little bit at the girl's apparent rage. "Ah. Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked. "I'm not sure you should be wandering the halls alone."

Marcello sighed. "This is my home," he said. "So if you'll do me the kindness of just speaking to me a little bit, I might be able to help you find your mother. You may call me Marcello," he told her gently, as he scrutinized her appearance. "What shall I call you?"

Marcello nodded. "I'm the Earl of Cnoch-na-Niall," he explained. "Who is your mother? I'll try to find her for you? Is she visiting for the wedding?"