He heard voices up ahead. Saw movements on top of the horse-drawn cart.
"Hey! That's the--" "Shhh!" "Maybe that's the Champion?" "That's not him, he's got a white mustache and beard!" "Oh no! Just as the tough, tiny lady flew away..."
The satyr paused and ducked behind a tree.
"Why are you hiding? Do the forces of Chaos usually trundle about in carts?"
Ralph watches the cart and those in it, not particularly concerned if he's seen.