"Oh, roast boar," Alexander said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, already sitting on a small boulder, his mandolin in hand and his bag of supplies on the ground at his feet. "That sounds delightful. And I'm sure we could all share some." He then placed one leg on another and started playing a small cheerful tune to remove any fear still in the little Nem. "A lot of us may look like a bunch of barbarians who know nothing but beer and combat, but we are still civilized people." He smiled and gestured to a spot on the boulder next to him. "Come, nothing to be afraid of."