[ A look of mild intrigue passes through Haldir's solemn gaze before the melancholy he feels take root once more. The scent of death lingers heavily within the tower, nearly sickening the elf. While he truly feels that the Administrators are at fault here, Haldir shan't lie and claim that this woman's words aren't true. ]

This much is true given how poorly their response was.

[ He brushes his hair back behind his pointed ear. ]

As blind as mere mice, all of them scattered and fled towards the dark once the chaos struck.

[ At her sudden curiosity about the wizard, Haldir arches his brow. ]

He is Gandalf the White, a powerful foe to those who deem themselves the enemies of all that's good.