[ Maglor listens, quietly, absorbing the fact that Adalwolfe walks in memory somewhere, nodding at the advice.

His answering voice is low ]

A tool, stirred by emotion, controlled by will. You have quite a story to tell, I think, my friend, although I suspect it is one best served with generous helpings of alcohol.

[ And then lightly teasing ]

But I will attempt not to light anyone's hair on fire, although you must admit it might be funny.