Being sent from the Undying Lands felt like banishment. Radagast even wondered aloud if that was the case. Gandalf was quick to assure him they would be able to return once they had accomplished the tasks appointed them by the Valar.
Saruman, as usual, muttered fiercely. He had no love for men nor for their land. He would do his duty and return as quickly as possible. No long lingering on this foreign soil. The ground bit his feet, used as they were to the lush grasses of Valinor. "Five wily wizards indeed," he harrumphed loudly, "five stupid, trusting Maiar."
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