"The king is a coward." The man moves his hand up my arm.

"Why am I the only one who can hear your voice?" I ask. 

"Does it matter?" He asks.

"I... yes." I say.

"You're special." He says.

I look at him skeptically. He wraps his claws around me. He presses his face into mine.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"A minor god." He says.

"Who are you really?" I ask.

"You will see." He says.

"When?" I ask.

"Shh..." He says.

I push off of him. 

"You seem... stressed." He says.

"I feel... nothing." I ask.

"Nothing about this?" He raises an eyebrow. 

"No. Nothing dangerous. The wind has gone soft. I feel not of the eye of Sauron." I say.

"You sound as if it's a bad thing." He says.

"It is strange." I say.

He pulls off my cloak. I look up at him.

"There is nothing wrong with spending time in the sun." He moves his hand up my leg.

"Are we not in the eye of the storm?" I ask.

"We are." He nods.