Foulques quirked an eyebrow at the boy just jumping straight down from the roof in front of him rather than looking for the safer spot he'd indicated. Cocky and a bit of a show off then, like many boys of his apparent age; duly noted.

"Not unless 'Biwa' is what you call the ocean," he said. "In any case however, well met; I am Foulques of the Mist, though my given name suffices for most purposes. And you are?"