What a curious young chap. Few deers left the herd to converse with the lion, and, what was more, Arven had never met a male this...

Well... pretty.

"Arven Fisk", he introduced himself in turn. "I think I've heard of the Ashdowns", he added thoughtfully, but may have been wrong. Arven was a loner and a rogue but he stayed in touch with his family, which in turn was well-connected. "Was this your event?" he nodded across the road at where the party had almost finished dispersing.