[Er-Murazor]

In the eyes of Sirabel, Eradan saw with some surprise the same mercy that Cree had shown few minutes ago. When she said that she wanted to hear his story, he nodded and said: "It isn't a sad story. It is the story of a coward".

When Sirabel returned from the bar with the supper and tea, Eradan drunk some of it before talking.

"Yes. I will tell you my story. My name is Eradan Durgilon. Lonely man and master of the dark star, it means in the language of the grey elves. Fitting names, some would say."
"I was born near Fornost, about thirty years ago, raised and trained among the Rangers of the North, to become in due time one of their kind."

"I was good. I am good. I can follow the tracks of almost everything as long as it doesn't fly... My instructors said that I was one of the best fighters among the students of my age."

"However, that habilities were not a gift. My ancestors had chosen to live in Eriador after the defeat of Arthedain and the ruin of the north. But it wasn't my choice. Our captain was a great man, but the Darkness seemed undefeatable. Of course, I didn't know of that secret that hide in this very land of the Shire."

"I decided to run away. Ten years before the war of the Ring. I had decided to sworn allegiance to the Dark Lord in exchange for my unworthy life. But I didn't complete my treason. After having reached the very gates of Mordor, I turned, full of guilt after realizing what I was about to do."

"The secrets I knew then may have changed the fate of the world, leading Endor to a very dark time. I was too coward to make such a thing. There was no longer place for me in the Light or in the Darkness. The empty ruins of Carn Dum were the only place I could go. I have been hiding there until I heard that the Ranger of the North no longer want me dead. And I just decided that in any case, if I was going to die, I wanted to talk with somebody before doing so."