Yes, but I am not living in Arnor anymore. I live on Eressëa, the island between the lands, with the elves and my Unkle. Or at least, I did, until Chetan and I started sharing his pipeweed. The people here are passing strange. Not in looks mind you, except for the purple and pink haired ones, but in their attire. I did not think that you could get leather to fit that tightly. I wonder if she can breathe. Do you think that Mister Chay might have leather breeks in his rolling home?