Kettara, shaman, Orc, he files away mentally, committing those details to memory. His uncles had met a clan of Orcs once, but in his world, they live so far away that they might as well have been on another planet when it comes to a homebody like Carlisle. To hear she is a shaman is even more of a surprise, given what he knows about the Orcs of his world. Is such a position as rare in others? Is she considered nobility among her people? Is it rude to ask about that, too?

He can practice his own manners once he's done answering questions of his own. "Oh, ah, yes! Yes, yes I did. An abjuration ward to protect my plants. A- a bit like a greenhouse, really. But magical. You can step inside if you'd like."

And he does so, as though to demonstrate, his form passing right through the translucent barrier with ease. "It won't hurt you, I assure you."