Mhorham might have been this one dude i saw in a coffee shop one day... he matched my idea of "young Mhoram" quite well. He was wearing loafers, blue jeans, and a cream-colored turtleneck sweater, and he was reading a HUGE book that looked like it might be about diseases of sheep. He had a cinnamon roll but hadn't touched it yet, and his coffee was half drunk. I got freaked out and left. That happens to me sometimes...
Sometimes i wonder, if i were in linden's shoes, would i really have the nerve to do anything differently? honestly, with all you THOOLAH folks about, the level of similarity i notice myself bearing to her is viscerally horrifying.