Taking a deep breath, Harold ignored the eyes staring at him, instead focusing on the front of the pavilion, where that centaur was standing, a man beside him, talking with a group of young men.  Deciding that they were probably in charge, and they would be the ones to speak to, he hoisted his bag back up onto his shoulder and started to walk.  He passed by a few tables, noticing that Sarah girl sitting at one.  As he walked by, he caught her attention, smirked, and mouthed 'bitch' to her before continuing on his way.  As he passed by another table, he found his head turning, taking in the group of beauties sitting at it.  His body turned, and he began to move towards the table almost magnetically before he shook his head and resuming his original course.  '<em>Weird, why did I start walking over there?  Yeah, sure they were hot...sexy...their beauty almost otherworldly...</em>' He shook his head again.  '<em>Whoa, keep it together Harold.</em>'<br/><br/>He limped his way up to the front of the pavilion, stopping close to where the centaur was standing and talking with the others.  Taking a deep breath, he waited until their was a lull in the conversation before speaking up.  "Uh..hi....Um, my name is Harold Ostman, I don't know if you've been expecting me or not.  I have no idea what this place is, who you people are, or what I'm doing here.  But you look like you're in charge, and I would really like some answers......Please."  He normally wasn't this nervous, but then again, it's not every day you see a real, living centaur.