"As am I." Éowyn sighed. "But this place has something of a way of drawing matters back to it, does it not?" Pushing a little hair back into her elaborate updo, she looked back down at her glass. "Particularly when I understand so little else to speak of. Come. Let us fetch another drink, and you can speak of your own land, and I of mine. Let us be merely strangers, drawn together by chance, and forget our true purpose here for a time."