"What is your name Sir Knight?" Juliette asked. By the stiffening in the mans posture he was startled to be reminded she was there.

"I should like to be able to relate all the events of Sir Ulfengrad's heroic rescue when next I speak to my noble father, even such...minor trivialities as yourself," she said, her tone perfectly sweet and innocent despite the implied insult. She wouldn't be speaking to her 'noble father' anywhere this side of the grave but that, like the fact that any nobility she could claim was spoiled by her bastardry, didn't seem like the thing to stress. Haukenbrass was silent for a moment, clearly waying the risks of offending an unknown noblewoman against the desire to be insulting to anyone connected, no matter how innocently, to Sir Ulfengrad.

"Haukenbrass," he bit out, choosing the middle road of complying with the request but being truculent about it. Juliette almost but not quite repressed a snigger.

"And riding down on dew shone grass, he met the noble Horse's Ass,
Where like falcons who meet a-wing they with voice and ..." Juliette's voice rose in clear bardic song, meant to be recounted to the strumming of a lute. Her own lute, she realized with an inwards curse was lost in whatever cursed place she had awakened yesterday. Haukenbrass made a strangled grunt of anger.

"Haukenbrass..." he growled through clenched teeth.

"Oh Ill be sure to correct it before I sing it at the next tavern," she assured the knight with a smile that shone with perfect sincerity.