Karigan nodded to Mithrandir and ate. As she ate, she spoke.
"The world seems a dangerous place to be, especially in Gondor. My son is with a friend in Minas Tirith, but I fear in my heart he may not be safe." She looked concerned, and it seemed to age her greatly. Sighing, she shook off her worry and continued. "But as for what adventure I seek? I'm looking for a place my son can grow up without fear. I want to travel, to see what lies beyond an errand-rider's road. And if I find a place in Gondor safer then Minas Tirith, I will take my son there." She smiled. "If such a place exists. My mind would say no, but my heart pleads otherwise."
She sat taller and took a drink of wine. "But to offer? I have nothing but the experiance of an errand-rider and some knowledge of the sword... I can read maps and have some contacts along the errand-rider's route, and I have the slightest of healing knowledge, but every woman who is raised in the white city has at least that or more." She shrugged. "In short, I don't offer much, save my spirit."
[ December 13, 2002: Message edited by: Errand-Rider Karigan ]
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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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