"I'm so sorry!" Ffion says, coming to where the customer is standing and ushering him outside to one of the small tables. "Do take a seat! What can I get you?"
"Did you say dragon?" he asks again.
"Oh, ah, no, I was having an argument with my brother, it's not important..." she trails off. He's not following.
"Slow, please," he says, and she finally notices his accent. "I am new with your language."
"I'm sorry!" There's no end to this embarrassment, but a sudden thought makes her smile. "Oh, are you here for the convocation? Welcome to Rhydaber! I'll bring you some tea."