Back inside the stables, he gathers up leather lines and a fistful of pincers and punches and sets them on the tabletop. He seems to have a clear sense of what to create to help you keep the ape by your side.
"They call me Tom Fletcher, by the by," he says, meeting your eyes with a soft look as he does.
"Bandochel," you respond.
"I support His Majesty's huntsmen however is needed. Generally, with…" Here he raps a knuckle against the quiver. "However I can play stablehand or menial in a pinch, as today."
You nod in understanding. "I can play the sackbut in a pinch, but it tends to frighten livestock when I do, so the room needs be well insulated."
His eyes widen as you go on to explain your role, such as you understand it. "So you'll be performing for His Majesty and the whole throng tonight? Lord, I'd shiver myself bald with fright 'twere it me. You must be quite the talent."
You mull over how to approach this moment with a gentleman you may (or may not) be seeing a great deal during your time here.