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His eyes were keen and grey, filled with compassionate strength. The Elf was fairer and the Wizard wiser – but there was something about the Man that captured her gaze and forced her attention away from the scene before her.

He was dressed like a Ranger from the North, his garb stained and weathered; yet he spoke like one from a noble house. And there was something within his face that suggested a strong inner dignity.

Those grey eyes met her own, taking in the cold gleam of her attire and the cool pity in her stare. And for the first time in years, she felt understood.