Brenorn looked up to the sky from the roadside. Midnight. There he stood, Tylan and Nehani by each side of him. Thorgom and Shadow were probably already at their designated spot, waiting for the signal. He let out a tired, eager sigh.
About Brenorn's childhood and how he grew up in Anórien.
"Childhood. Parenting figures. Rather strange concepts for someone like me, whose earliest memories are an old, tired woman's face and a noisy orphanage full of boys and girls who shared a similar story with me.