Battle scar. Ruli's eyes flit upwards again, then down once more, shoving the memory of it all away. He'd face it head on one night, but not over a meal, around people he didn't know. Who didn't know him. 

Gavin's exclamation had Ruli inspecting him again, trying to gauge his age. He would have guessed younger than the age he declared, but his grasp of human, or Amrian, life spans was skewed. He shrugged, taking the coin and rising to his feet. 
"Call her 'my women' again, Gemini, and I will give you a haircut to match hers." He threatened softly before he strolled toward the cave entrance. 

He returned an hour later, not just with a heavy crate of bottled wine and a mini cask of honey mead, but a familiar elf wearing a wolfish grin over the box she held against her front.
"Hello." Ysaryn grinned warmly. While looking tired, she seemed back to her usual self.
[i]Yes.[/i] Rab signed eagerly. [i]Yes, yes,yes![/i]
"He's happy to see you." Ruli translated when Ysaryn gave a questioning look.
She chuckled. "And I you, Rab." She twitched her arms. "Meat. Fish, mostly. From my tribe. As a thank you. Also supplies. Magic. Herb. More."