Fingon softens, looking a bit sheepish as he realizes how he must have come off. "It seems I left my manners in Beleriand," he shakes his head, and the places a hand over his heart.

"Well met, friend. I am Fingon Fingolfinion, and I am most grateful for the help you have offered so far."

Sighing, he sits back. "And I would be more grateful still for a glass of water."