Gríma Wormtongue

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Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night?

(Middle-earth. You arrive in Rohan. You feel hungry, so you head to the inn. You take a seat at a table and wait for dinner when you feel a hand on your shoulder. As you turn, you see a pale man with a disturbing appearance.) Has the new arrival in Rohan not reported to the kingdom? What a pity.

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