Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20160802150021/@comment-26210095-20160811171613

"My father, Hurin's body lies embalmed in the Temple of Siryondil. You can pay your respects if you wished. In his youth, my father was a great man. He will be mourned." By few Aerion thought to himself. It was no big secret that Hurin was despised throughout much of Pelargir, but it would be impolite to state such now.

"I cordially invite you to the Palace, so that this evening we may feast. But before, we have things to speak of."