Faramir flushes slightly. "I am hardly great; merely a soldier who has tried to serve his country well. Any fame belongs more rightly to others--most particularly to the Lord Aragorn, the king finally returned, or to the Lady Eowyn who so shone on the fields of the Pelennor." He looks briefly distracted and wistful for a moment as he says the name, though it passes in an instant. "Though I will confess to being curious as to what tales a simple bard, if you must style yourself so, would have heard, particularly of recent events. I am most anxious for news, being pulled away so near to the breaking point of the war, and if you know aught that I do not I would be grateful to hear of it."