Arcon nodded as Naaramare spoke, listening to all she had to say, taking it in to ponder over. "I must say this enigma of your past intruiges me Naaramare. Try not to worry much about it for now, little can be done. But if anything should arise, I will be here to help in anyway I can." With that Arcon smiled and nodded to Naaramare. His keen eyes were that of comfort and of compassion.
Turning his attention to the crebain, Arcon sensed a sort of tenseness in the air and in the group. The birds did not so much chill Arcon, but worried him. Such foul creatures only bring sorrow wherever they go. And now with Gandalf gone on a wraith horse, there was much tension in the air.
"If you'll excuse me," Arcon said to Naaramare. He moved Getathane over to where Bethberry was and stopped.
"What does Wyrd make of these beasts Bethberry? Does he know of whence they came?"
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