He salutes the redcap, and slides in, moving at a quick shuffle. Going from one centaur to the next, and using the little 'Apple Slicer' pocket knife Olgar lent him, oh, years ago. From this one, a small bit of tail hair. A strand of mane from her. A tiny bit of fur from a third, and a small hoof shaving from another. He does not miss any of them, though when he kneels behind a larger specimen, where he is partly obscured from redcap view, he looks instead to the ground of the field. Seeking a rock, or some piece of the platform. Even a handful of soil will be snagged if nothing else is free.