*Finally is tracked down near one of the guilds where he's discussing winter festival events and buying supplies for it, then blinks at the messenger in question* My brother? What do you mean he....THAT brother? But that's... Yes, yes I'm quite on the way. I'm sorry *to the guildmaster in question* We need to take a raincheck.

*proceeds to race all the way to the healers and bursts in, still running down the isles like he's crazy, then draws to an abrupt stop*

It's true. It's really true. *looks at Turgon and the healer for confirmation* How did this happen? Is he going to be all right?