Morwath - The Staff

Morwath gazes on a warrior (Erowin), his armour clean and polished helmet under one arm. His face is young although his eyes tell a different story as they regard Morwath with a mixture of happiness and curiosity. Part elf, the man is blonde, clean shaven and extremely handsome. The chest plate of his armour is painted with a rampant horse on a green background. He looks up and says, “There thou ist Ynis! My son tells me thou were stuck in the Marsh again.” “My Lord, you do tease…No, I was in Numenorea”, a second voice replies, coming from a young half-elf, dressed in green and umber, with long, flowing blond hair, keen green eyes and a small, thin-lipped mouth. “Although there is much to be done in the Marsh ”, he continues. “Yes, yes…That is not why I have requested thy presence, we will get round to that soon. Look at this.” The warrior indicates Morwath. “I believe that it was once the Great Mage’s staff , I found it deep within this Minas .” “My Lord, this will demand great study; who have you chosen for such an exalted task?” “Thou, Ynis… Thou.”