He drops one of the nodules into the small, glass pot and covers it with hot water. Then he sits back and looks gently at the young man. Even to the outer eyes, there is something vaguely familiar about him...Ah, yes! In Draco's mind when he assisted in his healing.

But, just the image. No name.

"I suppose I should start by assuring you that I mean no harm to you or any you know. None of my people would, but I am doublely barred by my duties as a Ranger. Many here call me Spero, but, if you would prefer to give me another, I would be honored."

It is the fashion of his people, after all.