[ Just for an instant, that gets a flash of his old fire - the blaze in his eyes that makes him look, briefly, like what he is - a Kinslayer, dangerous and unpredictable. Then it fades and Maglor flushes, because this stranger speaks truth ]

Tis true I am not at my best, presently. [ Maglor acknowledges - both hands ache, the left moreso than the right (the right is burnt so deep that the nerves themselves are damaged - it hurts, but dully, he can barely feel it) - the burns are fresh, still, only days old, and he has not bothered to tend them. A terrible thought occurs to him ]

If the crystals are to be gathered - do our patrons then wish for us to slay those with them?