[Someone is stepping out of the door behind Bilbo, stepping around some columns and then just brushing past him, though not far - they are on a balcony type place with flights of stairs to both sides that lead into the park further down, and the figure stops at the railing, standing there tall and proud for a while, just looking out over the garden.
It's a man, tall and fair, with long dark hair and wearing an armour that speaks of skilled craft and wealth. He's armed, and while it may well be there for show there is a certain purpose in his step that indicates that he well knows how to use it. He will simply stay there in the dark, ignoring the other person on the balcony completely. Not that he isn't aware of him, but he doesn't know of him, could not say where he is from or what his purpose is, and in a place like this sees no reason to immediately feel anything towards him, for better or worse. His thoughts are on other matters, for a while.]
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It's a man, tall and fair, with long dark hair and wearing an armour that speaks of skilled craft and wealth. He's armed, and while it may well be there for show there is a certain purpose in his step that indicates that he well knows how to use it. He will simply stay there in the dark, ignoring the other person on the balcony completely. Not that he isn't aware of him, but he doesn't know of him, could not say where he is from or what his purpose is, and in a place like this sees no reason to immediately feel anything towards him, for better or worse. His thoughts are on other matters, for a while.]