OOC: ceremo, if you read my cs, you'd find out. IC: Lartimus "Finish your words, ranger, I have no personal memories of my NÃºmenorian life and inheritance, other than the records and words read from years of research. Your words will hot harm me, or you. And do not fear me, unless touched by the ring, I shall remain as much an ally as Gandalf is" he then turned away from the Ranger, looking down to his horse through the window, and the other horses away from it, in the fields. "I am sorry, Charcol, that you sohuld share my fate for all these years" he whispered to himself. Tag: Any, Ceremo for any response.