Tristan turned his head and looked over his shoulder, seeing Harry walking towards him. Harry Potter. What a pleasure.
"Hello," he replied, turning fully, crossing his arms over his chest as the figure continued to approach him. "Are you expecting someone?" Tristan was a fair enough man. If Harry had wanted to be out here on his own or if he had some rendezvous he had to attend then Tristan would make himself scarce. He gestured skyward.
"Looks as though the weather will hold out tomorrow."