A small young woman with reddish curly hair, a long sleeveless dress, and a hefty box of books in her arms comes in at that moment. She obviously isn't aware of the current occupants' presence, as she is focused on something else, which is scolding a handyman with her in her heavily accented broken English.

"No! I carry, you go outside. I am the boss of this house when Master goes away-" She still slips and uses 'Master' on occasion, though she isn't any longer a slave and certainly has never been the property of anyone in this household. "-and I know you."

Langler stop trying to get fresh with Eirene, she will seriously hurt you. She shuts the door in his face with a kick, and then turns, eyes widening slightly when she sees Martel- she hasn't yet spotted his company at this angle. The box, you see, is still partly in the way.

"Lord?" Ah, there's the correct title.