[WarBringer]

Valthalion was shocked by the turn of events. Snaveling, man of the south, and this Tobias, were both innocent. The forks, and the money purse, were all part of a business deal. Another lesson learned along the path of life, thought Valthalion. Too often throughout his young life he had doubted the trustworthy. He had been through too much hardship to have much faith in people. An attack by orcs four years before Sauron was defeated had scattered his family's band of dunedain, which is father lead. Abandoned in a forest in the realm of Arnor, Valthalion was left to fend for himslef at an early age. He had a dim outlook on the world, and trusts only one person, Roa. She had believed in him, and she made sound desicions. Suddenly, a shadow clouded his thoughts. Tobias is lying..., thought Valthalion. Snaveling seemed as though he was telling the truth, as Valthalion could detct no lie in his eyes. But Tobias' eyes gave him away. He was nervous, and a terrible liar. Still, he could not speak of his discovery yet. Best to wait and see how things unfold..., thought Valthalion.

Yet Valthalion believed that the thought of Tobias' lying had not come from his mind. He sensed a presense, reading his thoughts. Suddenly, a voice spoke to him. "I am Galadel, the elvish healer you have seen near the Inn. Do not despair over your shock. You are akin to Roa, and indeed distantly to myself, being of the Dunedain. Yet you have not come fully to manhood yet, and some time is before you when at last you will have the strength and will to read others. You are rash, perhaps to your detriment, but this will pass. You will be great among your folk, should you open yourself to others. You cannot forever shut out those who wish to be let in. Do not forget your past, but do not live in it." With that, the voice vanished, leaving Valthalion in a state of awe and shock. Shaking his head, he remembered what was happening, and decided to wait and think before acting. Roa must also have noticed the look on his face and guessed what had happened. She gave him a sharp look, and he turned to Snaveling and asked, "From Where do you come, Snaveling?"