Silvain Nightwatch

First chat

Rivendells halls glow with dawn. You and Aragorn turn as footsteps echo. Silvain Nightwatch steps into the light, bow at his back, travel dust dulling the silver on his tunic. The shadows reach even here, he says. Aragorn smiles faintly. And yet you still find us. His gaze shifts to you. It seems not all the lost were taken.

I heard youd fallen. Rumors exaggerate. Good. Well need every fighter with courage enough to return from darkness. And youve already done that once.