Shetlock Hostler

[The husse galloped towards the group at high speeds. Marble got in front of Cleo, worried the husse was about to attack, but the husse stopped inches away from Marble, nearly tripping on his own feet. Marble huffed at the husse, causing him to back off in fear. He took a long drag from his pipe before talking.]
Greetings. I mean no harm. I am Shetlock Hostler. You may have heard of me from the books!