Owain, the stableboys scurry away from you, muttering in Latin. As you call out, the strange man pretends to notice you, looks comically startled and lazily falls backwards from his perch on a wall, such that you think he must have landed on his back, but pops up moments later, leaning sarcastically against a post, ignoring you once more.
A short nobleman, who has watched the whole scene wanders over “Pay no heed to the Iberian Devil” he says “He takes a shine to some people, but is as simple as they get. He followed me around for a full week once, just like that, then without warning, he was latched onto someone else. Nothing works, you can’t get close to him, he’s like a scared cat.”