Rhis was never much good with romance, but oh how he was smitten with you, an elf nonetheless.

It was a fairly peaceful evening at camp, you all sat around the fire, when suddenly there was a crashing sound in the woods. Rhis had returned... with a deer?

"Dinner." Rhis grunts, dropping the deer carcass at your feet. He kneels in front of you, staring to cut it up to cook it, "I do not wish for you to go hungry," he says quietly, his voice gruff.