A small child peers in through the door to the great hall. He is dressed in filthy clothes that are far too big for him. He has fashioned make shift braces from a pair of old scarves and his trousers are rolled up to reveal muddy feet. His torso is covered by a grimy vest and an old faded riding jacket that might once have belonged to a young lady. The mud means that if not for the lack of a horn he could be mistaken for a young and scrawny ogre but human eyes peer out from his messy black fringe. He enters the room and skirts around the edge keeping out of peoples' way and apparently looking for something. Anyone trying to use the ceiling to spot something as unusual as a street unrchin eneterring the order sees nothing strange.
Having found the person he was looking for he makes his around to him