For a moment, Boromir looks down to the table and his own food. It has been many days, in more ways than one. "Where would you like me to begin? I feel the tale is longer on my part. There's this city and... how I left things in our world."

'Left.' As if it were a choice. In all honesty, he has gone through something of a grieving process himself these six months. Not for him so much as the those he left behind. The people he was never able to say goodbye to or make ammends with.