Młynar does, frankly, look like a good target (if a weird one, given, you know, the horse ears and tail). His clothes may be a bit old, but they're of fine make, and he carries himself like a supercilious noble with a stick up his ass.

Which he is, but not in the ways one might expect.

He reaches out to catch the kid's arm with a gauntleted hand. "The only thing in there was a letter."