[Not only does he not remember, Hob has no earthly clue who this young turtle man is, nor why he appears to be so annoyed with him. Which isn't exactly a new feeling. Plenty of folks have been annoyed with him for a plethora of reasons.

But he must admit that none of them have been quite as turtle-shaped. Or as small.

Blinking owlishly down at the irate reptile suddenly blocking his path, the bugbear tries and fails to recall what prior commitments he could've possibly made with him.]

Pray, forgive my ignorance, young man. I am afraid I was unaware my presence "down here" was expected in any way. Perhaps you have me mistaken for someone else?