Faramir wakes up a few days later in a daze.

"Where am I?"

"You're in Moss's tent brave warrior." Nessa smiles down towards me.

"What happened?"

"Those two bandits tried to capture Moss, after you passed out, another woman dressed in a healers dress came in, they took the man with the wounded arm and they left."

"How long ago was that? How long have I been out?"

"About two days. Your horse is outside, and Alti came here to give me your other stuff. One of King Cormac's messengers also dropped by to give you your prize for making it through the maze."

Nessa hands me a golden Torque, like the one around her own neck, and a wheatsheaf.

"The torque is a symbol of Kings, and wherever you go, when you wear this you will be treated as royalty. The Wheatsheaf is a symbol of tax relief. You'll no longer have to pay tribute or taxes to the King."

"Thank you, Nessa is it?" Nessa nods. "My name is Faramir, and I have to go. Please, give Moss my regards, and tell her thank you."

I get up, and get dressed. After pulling on a shirt, I pull on my Ranger boots, then my leather breastplate with the White Tree on the front. Next come vambraces, belt, and shoulder strap. On comes my green cloak, then my quiver of arrows over the cloak. Curved dagger in right boot, and my longbow, swung over my shoulder, hidden by the cloak. Then I reverently dawn the gold Torque, the prize of my trip here to Tara. I walk outside, and throw my remaining supplies on the back of Bavieca, checking to make sure the seven bags of silver are still in place; they are.

As I prepare to mount Bavieca, Nessa come out.
"Where are you going?"

I smile and say, "To Inver Colpa, I have some unfinished business to attend to."

I kick Bavieca in the sides lightly, and we are off to Inver Colpa, to fulfill my promise of aid to Nion.