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