With the given permission, Erandur opened the door. The area was rather dark, but he wouldn't do anything to change that just yet. Still using his cane, he limped his way over to the couch. He looked down at the young man, with a small smile on his face, before sitting down on a chair near by.
"I hope you don't mind if I sit. It's not very comfortable to stand for so long at the moment." He was getting better with each passing day, the elixir he was given was going a great job. He even looked almost as young, again. After a moment, he pulled out a small tin and pulled out a rolled cigarette, placing in his mouth. "You prefer to be called Richie, correct?" He offered Richie the tin, as well as a book of matches. They others may see him as a child, but after what happened; Erandur did not. He saw a young man, who had earned that title.