"Nice to meet you, Matau. I am Herlion," the man said, stuttering a bit. He seemed extraordinarily ill at ease; even when he relaxed he looked as tense as a bowstring. Matau couldn't help but wonder why he was so nervous.
Herlion was quiet for a moment, then asked, "So, where do you come from?"
Matau smiled; this could be answered in two ways. He decided to tell both. "My home is in Eriador, in the north. Though, now, I'm on my way back from a journey to Mirkwood and Fangorn Forest. I'm something of a traveler." Herlion looked interested, but Matau decided to let it go at that.
"And what of yourself?" Matau asked, reflecting the question. "Where are you from?"
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