Oh, hobbits. *doesn't think it'll matter much if he mentions this to you, since you're nowhere near and you know him anyway* I just ran into Mithrandir, actually, but it's sort of hush-hush, so keep it under your hat. He's going by Ash Greyson these days, can you believe that?
Ahh, well, I don't read those rags, so I wouldn't know. *gingerly straightens up, pulling a face at the throbbing in his chest* I guess you've heard a little bit about what's going on with me, then... *short sigh* Healing, yeah. It's taking a while, but it's getting there. Ribs are the worst physically, anyway.