[Zulius isn't super into renfaire stuff, his prefered theatrics tend to stay on the stage. This always feels a little too close to LARPING for his comfort. Still, he's come here for the food and hung around when one of the horses made some sort of bitch-ass comment about him when he passed the paddock they were being kept in.

Admittedly the horse-speaking thing is new, but he's more focused on being a catty asshole to the horse back now, his pride demands it. So he'll just be yelling at the horse in question as the jousting is going on.]

You're a sloppy runner, DEBORAH. YEAH! Yeah, you heard me!! You run like a DONKEY.

[And then he realises he's being spoken to and looks up...and up...and up. ]

...Sweet zombie jesus, look at your arms.