Amon Sûl

The fire flickered vaguely on the edges of my vision, but my heightened sense of smell told me that they were cooking.

How long has it been since I last ate? Long enough that I am no longer able to append names to those delightful smells.

I led the other riders to the foot of the hill, asking for a few morsels. But the little ones fled, not understanding my speech. Feeling rather foolish and casting about for another reason for my presence, I covered by stabbing the one carrying our master’s Ring.

All I'd wanted was something to taste…