Faramir smiles gently, a little wryly, as though to say It is what it is. "I do not know enough about every manner of monster," he remarks, passing over his cloak with a little nod, "to ever expect that another would remember all the matters of my own. Though if I had been more thoughtful, I might have told you I would be late."

His toeless, hoof-like feet tap softly against the floor as he heads deeper into the building, taking a seat as invited. "I would take wine, if you have it. If not, then tea will more than serve. Thank you."