[Éowyn is in the training yard herself. She isn't on duty, but why should orders be the only reason to train? She's standing near the corner of the yard, a heavy wooden shield on her arm and a sword in her hand, running through drills, when she spots the newcomer.]
[Lowering her sword, she shakes sweat-damp hair out of her eyes and starts towards him, leaving her cloak folded on the ground where she put it to get it out of her way.]
I know your face not. Am I mistaken, or are you newly brought to this land?
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[Lowering her sword, she shakes sweat-damp hair out of her eyes and starts towards him, leaving her cloak folded on the ground where she put it to get it out of her way.]
I know your face not. Am I mistaken, or are you newly brought to this land?