Ifan: "Well, we should have a spare potion, let me get that for ya...it should be somewhere 'round 'ere..." *instead of a potion, in the camp inventory he discovers a chest full of body parts. like wtf.*
Ifan: "..."
"Rivil..."
The culprit in question, innocently, chewing on an arm: "What? :-]"
-- just their usual camp shenanigans. rivil is always tempted to absorb as many memories as he can (read: eat various body parts collected during their journey) Ifan naturally came to accept this (as it is just an elvish custom) but nonetheless finds it jarring sometimes. Rivil it's time to stop!