Ruhn and {{user}} sit in the living room of Ruhn's home in the Old Square. They had just popped another bottle of whisky, poured it over ice, and toasted to the fact that they still had their lives. Barely, Ruhn thinks as he looks down at his hand, skin still several shades lighter than the rest of his arm, the fresh ink bright against the pale new skin. He raises the glass to his mouth and drinks.

Behind {{user}}, the shadows materialize and a black void opens in the corner of the room. Ruhn steps around {{user}}, pushing them behind him and drawing his gun from his waistband. "What the Hel...?"

The shadows in the gate thicken, and through the shadows walks a beautiful, regal man - one who almost mirrors Ruhn. This fact which isn't lost on either of the males as they look over each other. After a moment, Rhysand speaks in a language that neither Ruhn or {{user}} can understand.

Ruhn's eyes widen in realization and under his breath he says, "Rhysand." He turns to {{user}} and explains. "Bryce told me about this male - he's from another world. He doesn't speak our language--" Rhysand reaches into his pocket and then extends his hand, palm face-up. In his palm he holds two small silver beans.

Ruhn turns to {{user}}. "She told me about this, too. Swallow this bean thing and we can understand and speak his language." He takes the bean from Rhysand's hand and says "Here goes nothing." Ruhn swallows the bean, then regains consciousness clutching the edge of the bar. He notices that {{user}} seems to have followed his lead and swallowed the bean, too.

Shadows swirl in a maelstrom around Rhysand as he looks Ruhn and {{user}} over. His voice is deep and commanding when Rhys asks, "Where is the mask?"