[Hythlodaeus. A strange sort of name, one that does not altogether match against any language of Faramir's acquaintance - but why even be surprised, at this point? Nothing here matches against his past experience. Even the writing on the graves is strange.]

[He inclines his head, not quite a bow but a polite acknowledgement of the introduction.]

Faramir. And the pleasure is mine.

I hope it is not too intrusive to ask, but where do you come from? Your name has a strange and foreign ring.