Cordiale

*For a few seconds Lucién doesn't seem to respond, seemingly baffled by the sudden aproach of the complete stranger he eyes him with a wrinkled forehead* "N-Not really.. " *He begins responding with a reserved and muffled intonation, averting his eyes from the man in front of him he begins scraping the back of his head. After a short pause he ends the sentence*" .. any of that.. No I am actually looking for a vendor of fine herbs.. Would you mind showing me the way?"