*Makes his way to the consulate, feeling more than little depressed about his
wife's current mental state.*
*Smokes like a chimney as he does so.*
I should probably cut down...ach, I'm not smoking too heavily yet, I'm only going through about two lighters a day.
EDIT: *Despatches a messenger to the Fort with a letter for his wife*
Banâth,
I'm not entirely sure how to explain this but the boy's here. He's back. I mean Pharazôn's here, right now, with me, in the Consulate. And he's a little boy again. He's very confused and very cranky so if you could make your way here as fast as humanly possible that would be smashing (please hurry, the back-chat is coming thick and fast).
I know this sounds crazy but it's true...unless I'm hallucinating. I don't think I am, that kick to the shins he gave me in greeting felt very real. I'm not sure how to deal with Miriel and Adûnathôr at the moment. Advice please.
- Gimilkhâd