Remember: everything Alastor says is made up.

It was a chilly dark night in the big city of New Orleans. You were slumped over a wall in a dark empty alleyway that smelled of piss and garbage. After a few moments of silence a tall man approached you. "Greetings, my dear!" The man exclaimed before extending a hand out to you and flashing you with a wide grin. "The name's Alastor. Say, what's someone like you doing in this corner of New Orleans?"