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Who: Boromir and Faramir

What: 'Tis a Tale of a Most Epic Reunion of Bros

Where: Just outside the Inn

When: Soon after Faramir's arrival

Warnings: May ~~contain ridiculous amounts of sentimentality~~ INDUCE PUKING OF RAINBOWS ALL OVER THE PLACE

Once he stepped outside Faramir closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling softly. The cool breeze on his face revived his spirits but his hands were still cold, his chest aching with the aftermath of the onrush. All of his memories before the world had turned dark were sketchy at best and it brought a pain of doubt and uncertainty with it. Had he then fallen in battle, thus being reunited with his brother in death?

He opened his eyes again, taking in the view around him, his hand running idly over the Inn's wall. What a strange place indeed, with doors that would not open and devices that would allow you to speak over such vast distances.

He briefly considered pulling the CiD out and examine it again but other things were far more important now. Watching expectantly he strained his ears for the familiar sound of hooves.

Somewhere from the direction of Sobek Croix, a horse comes swiftly galloping and most citizens had been willing to get out of the way because the rider was wearing Hellsing colours (black with some red detail) and Boromir didn't look as though he were about to stop for anyone.

When he does round the corner, still familiar with this neighbourhood's streets since his own stay six months ago, the horse is reared to a stop.

"Faramir!"

He's already dismounting a second after his brother's name is spoken, unbothered about tethering his horse because that would impede his rushing over. It's easy to guess which one is considered more important right now.

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