Darval was so lost in his own thoughts and intent on his quest to drink himself silly that he did not hear the approach of his old friend until it was far to late.  The elves exclamation made Darval nearly jump out of his skin as he threw the flask he was holding straight up into the air.  "Lorn!!!  You pointy eared she devil!!!  What happened to all those so called eloquent speech mannerisms that you elves are so found of... you nearly gave me a heart attack just bursting in here and yelling like that!!!"  Darval bellowed in a gruff angry voice.  Of course truth be told and you would never hear it from his own lips his show of anger only just barely covered the fact that he was actually very relieved to see his old and dear friend Lorn just when he thought the elves had been all lost.   Looking down at the shattered flask Darval scowled and said, "See what yer made me do that flask was more than half full."  Even as he spoke Darval uncorked the bottle of whiskey and took a large belt before holding it out towards Lorn as he said in a softer  but still gruff voice, "I don't know what happened to your people... I have only been here for a couple hours.  Here drink up you look like you could use a few belts yourself."