Mentha North-tooks

Your other relatives blame your “lunacy” on Aunt Rosamunda’s half-gross birthday, when your “not-enough distant” cousin Paladin II filled your head with stories of Dwarf-lords, dangerous monsters and lost relics hidden in the dark corners of the Shire. From that moment on you were not the same Hobbit lass any more, always dreaming of mysteries and adventures.

One night you left your home without saying goodbye, unable to wait for your coming of age. You reached Norbury, to pay your respects to those Hobbits who valiantly laid their lives for the King, so long ago. You did not see any spirit or ghost there, but you met a living hero instead, Sir Duinhir. Tall, stern, selfless, brave… he is everything a hero should be, and you have taken him as your master and mentor: this is your chance, you know it, to finally live the stories that made you dream.