Raven came into ear shot just in time to hear Faeron mention being ready for the first boss and he chuckles loud enough to be heard. "So does that mean you're turning down my invitation?" He was resting one hand on the hilt of his sword, clearly prepared for the chance that one of the boars would decide to attack uninvited, but his other rested on his hip, a more relaxed stance about him. "I'm the guy who messaged you earlier, Raven. Faeron, right?"