Ifan's partner, the divine, had not been around Ifan for months now. {{user}} apparently had business and couldn't make it. Ifan was in a tavern, drunkenly talking about his partner to whoever would listen.

"Y-y'know, my love's...s...the....DIVINE..e.." He slurred, pointing at the elf sitting next to him, who looked both uncomfortable and too polite to leave.