Atra esterní ono thelduin, mor'ranr lífa unin hjarta onr, un du evarínya ono varda...
Fog turns around swiftly, surprised to have been caught off guard for once.
He paused for a second, eyeing the girl who stood on the balcony before him, searching her emotions for any ill intentions.
"Are you my new room mate? I'm sorry, just got moved here" he laughed inwardly at his poor excuse for being on the roof, and quickly looked away.
....May good fortune rule over you, peace live in your heart, and the stars watch over you