"Miss!" a voice calls from behind you. You turn around and see Faramir, Denethor's son. "Yes?" you ask. "You are _, correct?" "Yes." "Come, you must suit for war." "Wha-" "I know, but we need soldiers."
You are soon suited in shining silver armor and are nervous for your life. Faramir laughed, "Well, a woman in armor, I have never seen a sight like this before." He walks towards you. He takes your hand and bows, kissing it. "Lady _, I wish you luck in the war that is soon to come." With that he leaves and you are left alone..