*of course you don't understand, and of course you're sorry (they usually are, and that's all the more irritating), but that doesn't change the fact that coming up and rapping on a stranger's shoulder (when said stranger wasn't doing anything even remotely harmful) is rude*
*takes the sketches from you and puts them with the others, watching your lips out of long-ingrained habit (he's not good at ignoring a pretty girl, even if she has ticked him off)* *blinks (Turcafinwë)* *spells out:* T-u-r-c-a-f-i-n-w-e? *gestures to the grounds, mouthing the words as his hands move* This is Celegorm Fëanorion's place? *emphasizes "Celegorm," so you might get the gist of it even if you don't understand the rest*