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Regular patrols in the wilderness of Elturgard outside the City are one of the duties Zevlor enjoys most. Within the city of Elturel, the Companion's light means no stars are visible at all, only the faintest hint of the moon as she crosses the sky, but now they're far enough away that a smattering of lights are visible against the deep blue overhead. In the distance to the North, the gleam of the Companion can be seen hanging in the sky, but its glow isn't overwhelming.

Their platoon consists of three seasoned Hellriders and a new recruit, who, in Zevlor's opinion, shows a great deal of promise. He has her build the fire for their nightly camp, and as it gets started, he steps away alone, into the thicket, to search for dry branches to add to the stack.

Thus, it's a lone man who stumbles across the stranger in the woods. Tall, horned, with a spade-tipped tail, he cuts an imposing figure, but he refrains from drawing his sword at the sound of someone approaching, simply standing alert at the sound of footsteps.

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Getting Kion to wear shoes when there's not a real reason to? Definitely an exercise in futility. Probably for the best that Zevlor seems accepting of that little quirk in the elf.

"I'd like that." He agreed with a small nod. It'd feel a bit less harrowing to go around the first time with Zevlor rather than on his own. And while he clearly likes the cookies, he focuses first on the fruit, nuts, and cheese, though he's definitely making quick work of his plate in the process. Someone had definitely taught him some form of manners, but he'd also definitely spent enough time hungry to be quick about eating.

He may find he needs them--at least sandals--to make his way around cobbled streets, but Zevlor won't be the one to force the issue.

Once the tea is ready, he pours it out for them both and then sits across from Kion. Watching him eat, it occurs to him he's going to need to keep more food around. The boy is at exactly the right age to be a bottomless pit...and that reminds him of when his own brothers were younger. As a result, his gaze softens and goes a little distant with nostalgia.

"Good. I'm going to have to file reports first, so you may be on your own for a few hours, but I'll see what I can do to free myself up. Or sleep in, if you like!"

It's hard to say how much growing he has left to do. He's fairly small, but then there's not really an adult elf from back home to compare him to for estimation.

"I'll be alright on my own for a bit," Assuring Zevlor as he was busily munching on some of the cheese.
"There's books after all."

He wasn't sure how long books would hold his attention- as quiet as he was, he still got incredibly restless if he was expected to stay in one place for very long. Not that Zevlor knew that of course. But it would be okay surely.