Behold someone who might actually know who Don Quixote is! Of course, it will depend on the day whether he recognizes this or not. He's walking in the shade of the awnings along the street, broad brimmed hat on. The day is far too warm for the leather trenchcoat and gloves he wears, but Myrnin doesn't seem to mind. He pauses to look the new arrival over.

"I wouldn't count on it," Myrnin chimes in. "Honor all you like but Dulcinea is unlikely to hear of your deeds worthy or otherwise. Hello. Welcome to Itinere. There should be a...thing-a-ma-bob in your pocket." He reaches into his own pocket and gets his PDA out, waggling it at Don Quixote.