[quote=@Samdragonx]
[@Thinslayer]

Ravadon remembered the smells of ash far to well. The ember lights made him rub his eyes. "Hey, what's all this ungloriousness doing near me?" he thought to himself. 

"Oh.." His mind felt a little light, though his eyesight needed some firm calibration before he could determine what exactly was going on.

The boys voice felt familiar. Like an older brother Ravadon once had. The cold, wet feeling on most of his body was welcomed by the heated air. Moving made snapping noises for all but his right forearm. A numbness in his lips and tongue. "Hmm.. must have been a while since i ate.." he thought. The taste of a sour banana with pepper scorched upon his tongue. 
He yawned, rubbing his eyes.

He sat up, noticing an eye-patch, a cup and the etheral glow on his hand as he stretched forward to a better taste. 

The aroma gave him the impression he was offered coffee. His first sip was swift and washed out most of the filthy aftertaste he'd been having for a few days now.

"Elf? Haha, no! No, friend! She obviously fell for my glorious charm. I had her with but one glance, but a thousand she'll return to me in thanks for being found! 
So tell me your little name, Patch-eyes, so she might kiss me on your behalf. Which is a glory in itself, mind you." 
He coughed up some slime. It was a thick clog in his mouth. 
"Ah, it seems this humble small bit of coffee will not do to strengthen my resolve. " 
He spit the mouthly mixture on the floor, tried to brush off the lightheadedness and get on his feet.
"The lowly tavern my glory stayed in was donating large sums of wealth to recieve my even more courageous performance. Not worthy of my time, of course, but i'm a gloriously, praiseworthy, humble man of the people... "

He halted, realised he was not wearing anything and to most, would seemingly awaited the response of 'Patch-eyes'.
Though his thoughts might indicate his embarrassment.
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Ravadon took one sip of the coffee and broke into loud boasting. "Elf? Ha ha, no! No, friend, she obviously fell for my glorious charm. I had her with but one glance, but a thousand she'll return to me in thanks for being found! So tell me your little name, Patch-Eyes, so she might kiss me on your behalf (which is a glory in itself, mind you)."

The boy smirked at the thought of the elflike woman kissing Ravadon. It seemed beneath her. "I would say there is no harm in asking, but..." He coughed so as not to finish that sentence. "My name is Druth Vanarys. You may call me Van, or Patch if you like. I will abide by your decision. Just do not call me 'little,' or I will pry the flesh from your skin with holy fire."

Then he extended a hand.
"Nice to meet you."

He subtly shifted the envelope out of sight.