Dagaron had not moved out of his seat. Commander or not, the man had no idea what Dagaron could do. The 65 (i changed my age, but was to late to edit my post when i wrote it) year old Dunadain had seen alot of battle, and could not only out smart the young man, but out fight him too. But he would keep his age, and his race to himself. He nodded to Tela, silently thanking her for standing with him. Then turned to Theomer and did the same.