Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25344655-20151122010838/@comment-26444332-20151129055920

Faenor walks along the wall, staring out into the setting sun. A shadow flits across his vision, and he draws his sword and then re-sheathes it.

"Mae govannen. To what do I owe the pleasure, Wrath of Ilúvatar?"