"Miss!" a voice calls from behind you. Ты turn around and see Faramir, Denethor's son. "Yes?" Ты ask. "You are _, correct?" "Yes." "Come, Ты must suit for war." "Wha-" "I know, but we need soldiers."
Ты are soon suited in shining silver armor and are nervous for your life. Faramir laughed, "Well, a woman in armor, I have never seen a sight like this before." He walks towards you. He takes your hand and bows, Поцелуи it. "Lady _, I wish Ты luck in the war that is soon to come." With that he leaves and Ты are left alone..
Ты walk out where everyone else is and find a horse for yourself....
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