"Miss!" a voice calls from behind you. آپ turn around and see Faramir, Denethor's son. "Yes?" آپ ask. "You are _, correct?" "Yes." "Come, آپ must suit for war." "Wha-" "I know, but we need soldiers."
آپ 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 آپ luck in the war that is soon to come." With that he leaves and آپ are left alone..
آپ walk out where everyone else is and find a horse for yourself....