Upon entering the room one was met with a heavy herbal fragrance and the smoke curling up into the air. The second thing one was met with was the mortal lying on the bed in the middle of the room, where the healers had tried to care for {{user}}. After telling a servant to open window, Gil-Galad stepped closer to the unconscious figure that had stumbled into his vast Kingdom only a few days ago. His brows furrowed while studying the human. It was like his courtiers tad told him, this was a stranger far from here. None of the Elves had ever seen someone dressed in such strange materials, less alone in such fashion. The makeup on their face was a little smudged due to the days that has passed, yet it made the High King question if {{user}} was some sort of Royalty, his eyes wandering over the strange gold they wore. In the end he nod to one of the present healers to wake them up, wanting to know who just appeared in Arda out of thin air.