[SonOfBombadil]

Lewis began to tell Ravon about his life in Rohan as a small boy, born to a blacksmith by the name of Eodain, and a his mother from Gondor. About his growing up in small towns, and then moving to Edoras at 13. It was four years later, when he found himself in the midst of the battle of Helm's Deep. Conscripted into what would become his new life.

After the War of the Ring, he had left home to do some exploring. The many races he saw during the war, inspired him to go out and see more of the world. Having just turned 18, and having lots of battle experience, he felt he was ready to take on anything.

"I've done a lot of travelling since then, meeting up with people, helping them. Fighting against foes along the way. Making good friends, and losing some too..." He trailed off. "sorry, I'm ranting again." He looked at Ravon, then looked down at his empty mug, and slid it away from himself.

"Well, we've heard lots about me, but not much about you. If I may be so bold to ask, what's your story Ravon? What's brought you here thus far?" He looked at her, awaiting stories of great wisdom, and beauty. Stories that he thought would be much more interesting than his own.