The lilting Aurellian language caught his attention first. Beau pulled the reigns up just slightly, looking for the source of it. An expression of calm bemusement settled on his features, his lack of proficiency in the Aurellian tongue fairly evident. Not for the first time, he silently cursed his lack of study on the topic. His eyes landed finally on the young woman just as she switched to Clovennian. Or, well, attempted Clovennian.
Beau studied her for a moment, taking in the blue dress and the gingery blonde hair. She looked so remarkably picturesque, like a dairy maid out of a painting, situated on such a pretty little farm. Beau couldn't help but smile, the artist in him reveling in the sight of it. The bright pink in her cheeks as she stumbled over the correct words only served to reinforce how endearing she really looked.
"Good morning, miss." He said with a polite nod of his head, apparently she knew who he was, though that wasn't terribly surprising as one of the only Clovennian lords in the area. Dressed as he was it wouldn't be hard to guess his name. "I do seem to have gotten lost." He glanced around again, reassuring himself that he'd never seen this part of Glynn before. "I'm sorry to bother you. Can you tell me where I am? Is this charming farm yours?"