"Taking a stroll, my good man!"

Alastor summoned his microphone cane to twirl it between his fingers as he finally came close enough to be clearly seen. His grin widened at the elf before turning his head in the general direction of the giant insectoid (arachnid?) legs passing closely by.

"Quite an unpleasant lady from the sounds of her. Or perhaps it's just because she's hungry if what she says is to be believed."