[ She peeks out at Edgar from the safety of Maglor's shoulder shyly and waves ]
Well met, Edgar - Maglor, I am. I would bid you welcome but tis a poor one, I fear, drawn from our own worlds to peril and grief in this one. You must be new, I think - I do not think I have seen you before, and the Feasts are on again.
....I thought I hit post on this ages ago
Well met, Edgar - Maglor, I am. I would bid you welcome but tis a poor one, I fear, drawn from our own worlds to peril and grief in this one. You must be new, I think - I do not think I have seen you before, and the Feasts are on again.