Aragorn can't help but nod in agreement. "Then it's the truth we seek." He quietly comments as he regards Finel's forlorn expression. "The truth that many seem intent in hiding." His thoughts linger upon the Emperor again. Try as he might to unravel that enigma, Aragorn cannot. There are too many unknowns at work here. Aragorn strives to unearth these truths, but Aragorn realistically can't do so alone. This is why he's seeking the aid of others.

"I'm sorry," He suddenly says after a moment of thought. "For your people." Aragorn offers Finel a halfhearted smile. Despite all their differences, they both seem to hold a similar commonality. The Dúnedain are the living remnants of their Númenórean ancestors, all that's left of Elros Tar-Minyatur and his many descendants. While the Dúnedain strove to preserve the culture of their ancestors, little tidbits eventually fell to the wayside over the long centuries. That is simply the way of things. The erosion of time affects all, even the minds of people and scholars alike.

"It's a difficult task, but I believe the Dalish will be able to create new customs that will be cherished by your descendants to come."