"Miss!" a voice calls from behind you. tu turn around and see Faramir, Denethor's son. "Yes?" tu ask. "You are _, correct?" "Yes." "Come, tu must suit for war." "Wha-" "I know, but we need soldiers."
tu 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, besar it. "Lady _, I wish tu luck in the war that is soon to come." With that he leaves and tu are left alone..
tu walk out where everyone else is and find a horse for yourself....