Andyalf sent Rosie on her way, now wearing the hoodie under her cloak, with Wil accompanying her. While they walked through fields quoting dear old Bilbo, the wizard made his way swiftly toward Isengard to visit the head of his order, who, unsettlingly, seemed to know the precise nature of the visit. The elder wizard stood on the steps to his obsidian tower, clothed in white.
"Puffkinman," Andyalf greeted him solemnly.
They sat inside the tower. Puffkinman spoke, lifting his eyebrows.
"Perron is regaining much strength. He still doesn't have a body, but his spirit is just as strong. His reach extends everywhere. You know of what I speak. A great nose, wreathed in flame."
"The nose of Perron," Andyalf said knowingly.
"Perron is amassing a great army," Puffkinman continued, raising and lowering his eyebrows as he spoke.
For a moment, Andyalf was held in somewhat of a trance watching the movement of Puffkinman's eyebrows. He shook himself out of it.
"What? How do you know?"
The wizard snatched off his hat so that Andyalf could look into the reflection in his bald head, broken only by a small puff of hair at the top.
"But that's dangerous!" the wizard in grey cried. "They are not all accounted for, the lost shiny-heads." He jammed the hat back on Puffkinman's head.
"It's later than you realize," the white wizard said. "Perron has come to power, and he know where the hoodie is."
"Rosie!" Andyalf gasped. He made for the door, but Puffkinman slammed it, and the other three leading from the chamber.
"No one can stand against Perron." He raised his eyebrows a few times. "We must join him."
"You're crazy!"
Outraged, Puffkinman slammed the other wizard into the wall. A battle of will and powers ensued, with Andyalf on the losing end.