Sir Gawain had just left Camelot with these orders: "My Noble Knight and Friend, I need you to journey to the realm of Gondor. Would that I go myself...alas I am needed here in Camelot. I wish to form bonds of brotherhood with King Aragorn. Make haste Good Sir Gawain." Those were the words King Arthur Pendragon had said to him. Gawain's dark brows furrowed as he found himself in thought:" What days are these? I ride to Gondor! Such are strange times indeed. Alas I must make haste for time be of the essence." Gawain snapped the harness grip he held firm in hand and cried:" Hiya! Ride fast! To Gondor!"