The door opens, and Maglor bows to her. He looks almost like he belongs here - clothes distinctly medieval in cut and style, although worn and old, dark hair worn long and loose. He has a young face, but old eyes, and there are burn scars on his hands.
"I would say, 'well met', lady, but the meeting is a poor one, I fear." He says wryly.
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The door opens, and Maglor bows to her. He looks almost like he belongs here - clothes distinctly medieval in cut and style, although worn and old, dark hair worn long and loose. He has a young face, but old eyes, and there are burn scars on his hands.
"I would say, 'well met', lady, but the meeting is a poor one, I fear." He says wryly.