Faramir shrugs a little, holding out a hand in a submissive gesture. "I think you underestimate both him and yourself--but in any event the question is a moot one, unless he too should come here." He sounds a little wistful, for Mithrandir's wisdom would be most welcome in this strange place.

Even so, he shakes his head. "Enough of such musings. I, at least, am glad of your company, my lord. Whatever name you choose to bear in this place."