Boromir recognizes something of that in him, maybe, or something in Boromir answers to it; anyway, there's something a little stronger than courtesy in his handshake.
He takes the liberty of sinking into one of the simple wood chairs, wincing as he stretches out his injured leg. "Do you see many travelers out this way, sir?" he asks his host, clearly assuming that he lives in this hut year-round.
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He takes the liberty of sinking into one of the simple wood chairs, wincing as he stretches out his injured leg. "Do you see many travelers out this way, sir?" he asks his host, clearly assuming that he lives in this hut year-round.