Boromir visibly squares his shoulders up as the strange man gestures to two guards. His first thought to lay the man out for his impudence.

"Look. I have been brought here against my will, forced to stay abed whilst your healers perform inumerable arcane rituals over me, and then told I am not to so much as stretch my legs without someone holding my hand." There is a rather obvious lack of anyone holding his hand, or even accompanying him on his walk.

Boromir is red in the face but his hand has not strayed to his sword. Yet.

"Do you not think you can just let me go for a walk around this, place, with some of the comforts of home for an hour without harassing me?"