Horatio watches the exchange about the hound curiously. Still a little green around the gills he doffs his elegantly plumed hat in a half-arsed flourish. "The name's Hawkwood. Horatio Hawkwood. I have no particular clue as to why I'm here." He looks up again at the ruins. "I doubt that the locals have much in the way of fine tailoring or dining, and will have little use for an actor. Having said that, they may have some spare coin..." he finishes with a wolfish grin.<br/><br/>"Excuse me a moment - the world is still spinning ever so slightly. I shall return in a moment."<br/><br/>He sets his gear down and goes to find a tree to sit under and soil to kiss.