[Barodir]

"Do I know you? I do not mean to be intrusive, but you look very familliar to me."

A woman had come up to Barodir as he sat in thought. The woman seemed to know who he was, but Barodir did not know her. Then again, he didn't know many people out of Gondor. Even in Gondor, he stuck to himself and his family, who still remained in Minas Tirith.

"You may or may not know me. I am a guard of the White City, and many do not know me. I would be happy to tell you who I am though." he said in response. He was much more courteous than his previous stay in the Inn. He had all of his burdens lifted and was on a holiday away from it all: work, family, life itself. He was in the process of becoming a new man. It seemed that faith had found him and he had shed his old ways.

"I am Barodir, son of Barodel of Minas Tirith. I am a guard of the City and am on holiday." He was as polite as he could be, dispite sounding a bit angry. He had a natural sense that made him sound irratble, even in being happy.

Realizing that he may scare the womn away, he asked in an peaceful way "Please, what is your name, and explain to me how you know me, or someone like me?" He then waited for a reply from the woman.