Faramir pushes his hood back as he enters the hall. Spending most of his time hunting and scouting, there are many among this gathering he does not know. He looks around with a polite curiosity on his face.

The tags are an alien concept that amaze and confuse him immensly. Why you should give out your name so easily without a formal introduction is just beyond him - to him, it is skipping an essential part of what it actually means to meet someone.

But these are not his customs and he will respect and follow those given to him. He will wear a nametag.

However, he can be seen tugging at it from time to time, a faint frown on his face. It does not belong there.