[Eorl of Rohan]

Ferethor strolled into the public library in a seeming nonchalance, seeking for the concealed sentinels under civilian attire stationed in this structure. The hefty sandstone library was indeed a work of art, he thought in wonder, as he surveyed it in an appraising air for known countenances. ¡°Perahil.¡± He drew near and murmured to a youthful sentry that he knew well, dozing by the fire. ¡°I have a request of you.¡±


After a moment of listening, the youth doubtfully replied with amazement gleaming in his wide eyes. ¡°Certainly I could do so, sir, but I wonder at such an inexplicable command. I fail to see¡¦¡± Ferethor broke in, his tone perilously soft. ¡°I will have my will in this matter - without any inquiry.¡± At Perahil¡¯s subdued nod, Ferethor arose. Only then did he become aware of Atharen, who was staring at him intently with a slight frown. In annoyance, Ferethor approached him.