Karigan clapped along with the others, realizing that there was a specific initiation ceremony and smiling broadly at the woman known as Susan. She nodded greatfully as the older man- an oddly familiar one- made room for her at the table.
"My thanks, sir." She sat down, and there was a long pause where she regarded him carefully. "You would not be Mithrandir, the gray pilgrim, would you, sir? Your face seems familiar, though there are few men of such age still hale enough traveling the worlds these days."
(My thanks, Aylwen. I'm glad to be here.)
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"How is a man to judge what to do in such times?"
"As he ever has judged. Good and ill have not changed since yesteryear."
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