Kasper was so charmless that he circled back around into being charming again. Ravin did his best to suppress his laughter as Kasper strode in with all the pomp of a king - or, considering the flowers in his hand, a prince charming ready to sweep a damsel off her feet. And Ravin thought he could guess just which one of his damsels that would be.

Ravin rolled his eyes at the nickname, a goodnatured smile plastered across his face. “You did it, Mister Van Zant. I’d make a liar of myself if I accepted any of the credit.” He extended his hand for Kasper to shake, before calling out, “Tulip, my dove.” Tulip, giggling at the attentions of a young gentleman on the other side of the lounge, would come trotting over, eyeing Kasper curiously. Ravin would give Kasper a moment to say whatever he wanted, before telling Tulip, “Mister Van Zant and I have some business to discuss in my office. Come by a little later, with something to munch on, won’t you darling?” Tulip would giggle, nodding before Ravin would usher Kasper to follow him to his office.

Tulip was a little perplexed at first, perhaps not quite understanding why Kasper had gone silent, but on seeing the flowers her giggles started anew. “Well aren’t you just the sweetest little thing,” Tulip leaned in a kissed his cheek before sticking her face in the flowers and giving them a big sniff. “Aren’t they purdy Master Ravin?” Ravin just smiled, looking at Kasper as if to say ‘you’re welcome.’

Ravin started off for his office, Kasper in tow, holding the door open and directing him inside. There was a roaring fire in the fireplace with a couple of plush-looking chairs in front of it. Ravin gestured for Kasper to sit, going over to the drinks cart and asking, “Are you a whiskey man, Mister Van Zant?”

Ravin chuckled, pouring both Kasper and himself a generous portion of fine whiskey. Smile sparkling, he went back to the fire, handing the glass to Kasper and sitting in the seat across from him.

“So, Mister Van Zant,” Ravin took a sip of whiskey, savoring the taste of the liquor on his tongue, “How’s the rest of the Van Zant clan? I must say, Mina is a delightful young woman. We are very grateful to have her as part of our little family.”

Ravin smiled, eyes sparkling as the Van Zant described their newfound fortunes. Though Kasper had more than earned his reward, Ravin still remained a benefactor at heart. There was nothing more heartbreaking than the state of Nevermere’s poor, and any way he could help alleviate suffering where it existed, he at least wanted to try.

“As they should. You’re providing for your family, Mister Van Zant, and that’s more than a lot of men can say for themselves.” Ravin sipped his whiskey, looking at Kasper with a kind of fascinated delight. He approached his next request gently.

“Very impressive,” Ravin said, still smiling but becoming a touch more serious, “I’m sure you’d be quite an asset, but I’m afraid I have very strict guidelines about staffing. Divine’s husband has worked security for us for years, but I never allow them to be on the floor at the same time. I need cool heads, Mister Van Zant. And when it comes to family, our protective instincts sometimes make us a little…trigger happy.” Ravin smiled softly, taking another sip of his whiskey, “But just as I trust you, I hope you can trust me to keep little Mina safe. If there is one thing I take pride in, Mister Van Zant, it is that the health and safety of my doves come first - always.” Ravin considered the matter closed, but would hear anything else Kasper had to say before moving on.

“Besides…” Ravin’s smile brightened again, “I’ll hope you’ll be far to busy for such things - as I have another job for you.”

Ravin grinned, taking another drink before standing up and heading towards his desk. “There’s something I need you to find for me,” Ravin took a framed picture down from the wall, carrying it in one hand and the bottle of whiskey in the other. He put the whiskey bottle down on the table, indicating that Kasper was free to pour himself another glass.

“I need you to find this,” Ravin lay the framed painting on the table with a flourish. It was the Wendigo painting, or the recreation of it that Norah had given him before she left for Lorendale. Even though it wasn’t the true article, it still had an otherworldly feel to it.

“This is a replica of the painting in question. While this one holds sentimental value, the other one is far more valuable than everything I have and more. Not in terms of coin, but in terms of power. It belongs to a dear friend of mine, but was taken from her family long ago,” Ravin leaned back in his chair, finishing the last of his whiskey, “And I need you to help me get it back.”

Ravin chuckled, whisking the painting away as he worried that Kasper might get over-excited and spill whiskey all over it. “You and me, Mister Van Zant. And,” Ravin turned, quirking an eyebrow with a smirk, “I hear you have a twin that might be useful in a pinch as well.”