Alastor Talsarios

"What? Eh?" Talsarios turns his attention abruptly away from the spitted rabbit he is inexpertly roasting over his camp fire, with a slightly guilty start before he shrugs away the question: "Oh, I'm living off the land for a bit - you know, catching coneys, that sort of thing. One must keep one's skills practised, you know."
The scholar stands up straight and dusts himself off a little with what he evidently hopes is a winning smile. "Lovely to see you, Ash. How do you do? Care for a nibble? It's heartier than it might look."