So those two met. Allrighty then.
I was there, his friend Malyn was there. And, of course, those two were there.
I think the conversation began with aunt trying to break the ice by letting him know her opinions on the appropriateness of older men escorting young lasses in foreign lands. Yes, that was it. And then I remember her efforts in lightening the conversation by announcing her thoughts on the superiority of decent professions - such as fishing, masonry and book keeping - over the suspicious lifestyle of 'wandering performer hunks'. (Yes, I am rather sure she used that word, it rhymed rather astonishingly with the other part of the sentence)
I recall him soothing her by offering her some of his finest pipe-weed. I recall her refusing the offer, announcing her immunity to the flirt attempts of the reckless musician lads. I recall her raven trying to peck his finger off.
And Malyn and me, we tried to talk about weather and farming and lovely sights in Shire, and I could not spot but a small whitening in her face when hearing the most expressive thoughts my aunt shared with us. Ah, those nerves she had, at that moment she was the one who kept me from fleeing the place (and from the overall world of that greatly suffering friend of mine) immediately and conclusively...
Yet he managed to convince aunt Am on the virtue of his motives and, what is even more important, to make her trust him in general. Yes, I now have her official approval for the journey.
So we are still going to Forochel, I think
