... This was not what I had in mind for today.

[haradrim]

*emerges blinking from the network of crumbling cellars beneath the Steward's Quarters, dark robes floured with dust and a heavily bleeding Halbarad draped around one shoulder -- hopefully, Gorlim is close behind*

Bah! Just like a Dunedain. I should just leave him here, the foolish brave idiot, but...

*sighs and catches the arm of the nearest passerby and musters up some awkward Westron*

He needs a healer. Help?