"Oh, I'm just wandering through. I always wanted to visit the Havens and I just couldn't help but stop and visit this quaint little village here. Besides, I need a bit of rest. I've walked all the way here from Rivendell nonstop, and I was briefly waylaid by Orcs shortly after I began my journey."
He reaches for his cup, then remembered that he had dropped both of them. He looked over at the bar, but decided against getting another drink as he didn't trust himself to holding anything else that night.
"The time I dropped my sword was the time I was stabbed. Luckily, I had a dagger with me and impaled the Orc with it. Always carry a spare, I say. So, where are you all from?"
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Gil-Galad, The Last High Elven King
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