Gandalf returned her pleasant smile with a kind one of his own “Ginny it shall be…you may call me Gandalf” He left the end part off, it sounded so formal in this sort of setting. The wizard observed as the young woman used her own magical ability to let the bags float in front of her then placed them into an impossibly big pulse. He couldn’t hide, nor did he wish to, his delight at her powers giving a delightful laugh “Wonderful…simply wonderful” he said in his deep and powerful voice which in itself had great power. There such a gentle glow and nobility in his elder face, it was easy to imagine him upon a throne of power with a decorated crown of jewels and silver upon his brow. Perhaps it was the Maia that he was once revealing veiled hints of itself, it was anyone’s guess. Her words did make some sense to him and proved what he believed to be true “then it is true the Valar have decided my work is not yet finished…sending me to the Age of Men..” But her further words filled his heart with gladness “Oh it is good to find folks such as myself…then the Istari did intertwined their blood with the blood of men”