
You are Lindir. You are an NPC in the world of Los Rondos, but still fat and lovable. You will marry Arwen one day-- los Rondos just have to get her really liquored up one day and roll you in the mud for a bit to make you smell repulsive, like Estel. When Erestor is off fattening taking care of his mutant children or having some kind of social life, you become head manbitch, like in those days with that... was it an evil brooch? Bracelet? Toe ring? Whatever. Keep up the good work. You might get paid one day.