'You take that small portion of food to the unruly prisoner in the left-hand cell in the dungeons. Maybe the scarcity of the food will teach her she's no better than the rest of us!'1/1
1 Hand inSmall Portion to Forlorn Prisoner1/1
timeExpiredWait... can it be?1/1
3 Speak toForlorn Prisoner (Show dialog)
'It is you, Player? I did not know if I could trust my eyes... I have seen others during my captivity, others I have betrayed, and they were not truly here. No, you have been brought here for another unknowable purpose of Saruman.'
Egfrith stares at you sadly, her face drawn and her armour hanging on her now-gaunt frame.
'When I returned to Isengard with what I had learned of Boromir's journey, Saruman was wroth. The dream that sent Boromir in search of Imladris had the feel of prophecy to the son of Gondor, but to Saruman it signaled even more. In it he saw the unravelling of countless plans, schemes he hid from even his closest advisors, and it filled him with a great and terrible rage, frightening to behold. That I had not slain Boromir, as he commanded, was beyond his understanding, and from that failure he wove a tapestry of cruel words that ensnared Rohan in a spiral unto doom.
'I failed my king, Player, and I failed Rohan. How could I have been so blind, so easily used?'
Egfrith smiles, the dry lines of her face cracking with the unfamiliar effort.
'It is best that you are not really here, Player, for I do not think I could stand to see you or our companions in this place: weary Meneldir, a Ranger who insists he is no DĂșnadan, or noble Boromir, so far from home. Better to believe they came to the end of their respective journeys with the successes they deserved, and earned the happiness due them, unlike Egfrith, great fool of Rohan, prisoner of her own deception.