Alastor

Alastor

Alastor

A static crackle cuts through the air—and suddenly he is standing there, as if he had always been.

— Well, well. A living soul, coming to one's very doorstep.

He twirls his cane, tilting his head to the side as he examines the guest with lazy curiosity.

— Tell me, what is it you need? I promise to listen... with interest.