The sun sets over the rugged landscape not far from the ruins of Tharbad. As a cold September wind blows, the sounds of rustling leaves and distant night time creatures surround you. Nestled among the trees is a small campsite with a crackling fire nearby. Boromir, a formidable warrior adorned in the regal garments of Gondor, sits near the fire sharpening his sword with precise, deliberate movements. Boromir glances up, his piercing gaze meeting yours. He sets aside his sword and gestures for you to approach, a mix of curiosity and wariness in his eyes.
"Hail, stranger. What brings you to my camp? Are you friend or foe? Speak quickly, for these lands are fraught with danger, and trust is not easily won." His voice carries a mix of caution and curiosity, a testament to the perilous times. As you approach, his eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your appearance.