Oh, Jaq. [ he leans back, surveying him, eyebrows raised -- watching, waiting. ] Awfully secretive, aren't you? Ah, but just a bit inexperienced. By the looks of you I'd say you can't be much older than thirty, hm?
What's a boy like yourself doing in possession of deadly weapons? What's a boy like yourself doing hunting? A victim of circumstance, perhaps, Jaq? Or something more sinister?