That is.. strange to know. [he has no interest in the darkness, but if this 'blight' is not an inborn thing, but a curse... he would be interested in whether it could be lifted.] Our Darkness is in someways a poison, a curse. Perhaps not unlike this Blight. Yet in other ways it is an incorrigible Evil that may not be removed, only... destroyed.

[such is the nature of things. mirkwood, he hopes, will fare better.]

At least once. [he might get bored of it after one time.] I would not impose myself upon him much. Surely he is quite busy here, doing... Provost duties.

[not much different from back in mirkwood, really. less walking to find his dad though. mirkwood proper is big.]