[the Square comes abruptly into view, camera getting closer and closer to it; the strap the device is hung to lies loose, occasionally showing the side of a
war horse, bones peering between armor plates. Camera loses focus as the horse is drawn up for a jump ---- ]
Keep your pace, beast. You will not break my legs to bend my knee in greeting. .
[...then it catches the heavily cloaked figure of the rider as he dismounts, leading the horse by his rein through the City Square.]
Good men of the village, who here stands as your inn keeper?
We shall see if he sets a table as choice as that of your grave master.