Hama reclined in his chair and ran a hand through his hair, light danced on his armour and reflected around the room,
"My name is Hama, son of Frealaf." Grimm nodded, as if expecting to hear more, Hama chuckled quietly, "I fought on the Pelennor, and at the Black Gate. I lost many friends to the wicked Haradrim and their beasts. I wittnessed the attack of the oath-breakers led by Elessar." Hama smiled...
"Yet I am here in the shire, and I know not why, only that it cheers my soul to see a land so untouched by darkness..."
He sighed and drained the rest of his ale, it would take a long time to erase the horrific memories of the Seige of Gondor, but he hoped that someday he might forget, he turned to Grimm, "yes, it cheers my soul..."
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