Amdiran, Son of Amdirgir | Dunédain Warden (Counselor) 4
AC: 15/17 | HP: 27/27 | HD: 4/4d8 | Initiative: +4 | Passive Perception: 17 | Warden's Gift: 3/3 | Discourse 0/1 | Foresight: 1/1
Shadow Points: 3 | DM Inspiration: 0/1
What does Amdiran want from Anna? He hasn't actually given sufficient thought to this question. Hallas' advice compelled him to this point. He knows he is beyond his depth with the tablet. Hearing the Schoolmistress confirm his worst fears makes his blood run cold. This is the weakness of my people, he thinks. We are too proud. I have meddled where I should not have, believing myself capable to a task that is beyond me. This is what caused the fall of Numenor of old. Our overweening pride caused Arnor to splinter and each of the successor kingdoms to fall. Have I doomed us?
For a long time, he does not meet Anna's eyes. When he finally does, shame makes his tongue clumsy. He hesitates to speak, and when he does, his words lack their usual conviction. "It was made in our lifetimes? But the shades it called forth were ancient," he stammers. "Will you take it? I do not trust myself with it. It called to me, and I proved myself all too susceptible to its lure. There is a sorcerer who is moving to cause some foul mischief in Eriador, and I fear I have attracted his attention and his ire. The tablet will be safer with you. You can keep it secret and keep it safe. With your aid, my companions and I can track down the sorcerer who created this and put an end to his evil."