Minas Tirith: Inside the Great Gate
Risen here in the shadow of the Great Wall, the becobbled path levels out into a large courtyard. The large crest that runs from the outstretched Embrasure atop the seventh tier of Minas Tirith stands clifflike across the court from the Great Gate. Day and night the spur of the thrusting rock, encompass the view here. Even the mighty wall, raising a hundred feet in the air, or the Doortowers, large and oval constructed almost it seems from one block of stone, can't drawn attention from the cliff. A part of the city and the mountain, it leaves no wonder why the city is called the "City of Stone." Beautiful, powerful stone.

During this time of the day people are frolocking in and out of the city while the gates remain open to travelers bearing goods. Guards stop those entering and leaving the city, peaceknotting weapons, confiscating them or returning them to those that venture back out of the protective walls. No one wears a weapon inside the city, that is the job of the Watch. Horses and carriages are also not allowed in the city unless the steeds of the army, the smell of the stables outside tells you that a home for them is not far.

Analdin:
        Dark blue eyes, the color of the stormy sea, shine glacially cool from this clean shaven young man's face. Dark blond hair cut short, short to hanging just abover his ears in a clean wave, covers his head. His cheekbones are chisled and his features are sharp, though the lines of his mouth are those of one used to smiling - if only slightly. His hands, when they can be seen, are rough and large. His left hand, however, sports a black glove at all times. He is a man of muscle, espicially with strong arms. Though not extremely large, he rises to six feet and is of meduim build.
        He wears the black talbard of the Minas Tirith Guard, with the Tree embriodered in silver on the breast. Simple black trousers are tucked into boots, black and polished to a shine. Upon his shoulder is company insignia, a Silver Ship set against the Gates of Minas Tirith, along with Lieutenant's bars and Company Commander's. A longsword hangs from his belt, perhaps not old, but well forged and well used. No special adornment can be seen on it save the marks of much use. A shining helm with raven's wings sometimes adorns his head, though more often, when in the city, is nowhere to be seen.
        His posture is that of a trained soldier, though rather friendly for it. Even though black is the dominant color in his clothing, his light, almost Rohirric features give him no appearance of darkness. An air of purpose surrounds him like a light mist.

Malahir:
        Immediately, you are captured by the honest brown eyes of a young man, who is scantly an adult. There is inner solace in his eyes, which almond shape and youthful glint, show to the viewer his true emotion. Framing his amiable round face are wild brown curls that extend down to his broad shoulders. His smooth face is clean shaven, but not by choice. His leather tanned skin displays the strength he bears in his arms. On his left forearm is a nasty scar, and if he is not wearing his armor, another long scare can be seen on his right shoulder. His impressive stature measures six feet, one inch and he weighs in excess of 210 lbs. Although he has a well toned muscularture and broad frame, he sports a slightly convex belly.
        He appears to blend in with a moonless night. He wears a black tabard emblazened with the city crest of Minas Tirith: the white tree and seven stars, in silver embroidary. He is robed in a long black satin cloak. On the left lapel is a silver brooch of a ship, and on the right part of the cloak, above his heart is a crest of white and blue, with a sword and two horses rearing to meet at the center. Loose black pants are tucked into black boots and a broad black leather belt slims down the tabard at the waist. A silver buckle, also with the etching of a ship, hangs dead center. His black helm is winged at the crown with long cheeck guards, close fitting to the face. Lazily, his sheath hangs below his waist, where the gold pommel of his sword sticks out from his cloak by his hip. Occasionally, he brandishes an antique wooden cane, the handle being carved into a falcon's head. But while on duty, he grips a small leather buckler that proudly displays the crest of purple and gold, three wreaths, a sigil of his ancient family line. Adding to his massy bulk are the heavy chain mail bodice he wears under the tabard. The metalic links of his armor show little wear, but his leather buckler shows signs of numerous survived battles. His sword his well polished and the gold gleams from a half hidden sheath.

Yehnan:
 Before you stands a towering man of about six and a half feet. Eyes, colored like tempered steel gaze out at you from beneath black eye brows. Raven black hair covers his head. His hard face looks like it was carved from the stone itself because of it's precise angles and planes. A brown tunic covers his massive chest, and baggy black wool trousers extend from his waist into a pair of shin high, black, leather boots. A green cloak covers his body, clasped at the sholders, and a deep hood hangs down his back.

Don't have a desc of Kydner, I don't think. :/

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Weather:            Clear
Time:                Nighttime <about 10 PM >
Season:              Summer
Date:               Highday - July 25, 3014

Real Time:          Sun May 31 19:21:30 1998
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Analdin steps inside the Gates, the lamps and torches burning on the walls and at the houses inside the city throwing patterns of shadows and light upon the roads, the walls, and the people. Few people walk to and from the gates at such a late time, evening having already overcome the walled city and the stars shining brightly above in the clear sky. Following the Lieutenant is an older Guardsman, darker and shorter than his officer, but having no trouble keeping up with Analdin's long strides.

Malahir stands at attention at the gatehouse. His Tabard neatly thrown over his glinting chain mail armor. The Torchlights place much of him in an eerie shadow as he stands vigilant under the impressive iron gates.

Elidran stands near the gate, palm on his sword, and smiles as he spots Analdin and Malahir, nodding to them respectfully.

Kydner continues on, towards the gates, at last a gasp of relief escapes him and he does, indeed, indeed find familiar ground, but upon seeing Malahir, he cringes a bit, almost attempting to hide in the shadows, attempting to slip past the one he remembers as being unkind to him. There, in the shawdows, does he finly see, as he stands still, the others about the great Gates.

"... And you're sure you saw him?" Analdin's words are short, clipped, and his attention wanders over the citizens of the city as he strides into their street. However, it seems his ears are open to the guardsman walking briskly beside and a little behind him. Stopping right near Malahir, beneath the large gates, he turns and plants his feet firmly on the road, looking intently at the other.

The guardsman, about three inches shorter than Analdin and a good bit thinner, looks to the officer, "As clearly as I see the city in the torchlight, Lieutenant. I swear it was him." his raven black hair, severly cut, is graying at the edges, and coal black eyes glisten out at the officer, "You can't miss that one for the world."

Malahir turns his gaze from the soggy fields outside the walls of Minas Tirith, the recent month of constant rain having ceased enough for drainage, for now the roads no longer are as soft as before. He salutes to the lieutenant and Elidran, "Good evening sirs, the watch is quite dull tonight, what's this I hear, is a fugitive loose?".

Elidran frowns deeply, "I am unsure sir, I have heard nothing about this."

Malahir looks intently on the guard that follows the Lt. his eyes keen in the orange glow from the street lights.

Waiting till the officers are engaged in speach, he slowely moves closer to the gate, attempting to slip past, he bumps into a Lady that brings in pots and such. The clatter of them falling, and the wicked words from her, jolts him is to quick action attempting to pick them up, the pots that is. His eyes dart to the fine warriors assembled close by...

Analdin turns to Malahir and Elidran, returning their salutes quickly, "Aye, a fugitive. Loose on our streets, not in the mountains as we'd expected." His reply to Malahir's question is said to the side, for he now is facing the dark-featured guardsman. "Where, when, and was anyone else there, Mathirion?" he continues his questioning, eyes shining ferociously.

Mathirion looks up at the sky, as if to tell the time, "This morning, sir, at dawn. Up by the barracks. Was hiding in the shadows, there of all places. Only other people around were my mates, we were on our way to breakfast - " he breaks off, interrupted by a clatter of pots hitting the ground, before he can finish answering. Looking behind him at the lady and the man nearby, his eyes seem to light at sight of the clumsy one.

Elidran frowns, "What crime has this fugitive committed, aside from escaping?"

Malahir listens to the words of his superior and the elderly guard curiously, but as the sound of crashing comes from behind, he snaps his heels and swings around. Halfway drawing his sword, the corporal squints at the man yet two paces away from him, noticing the features to be that of the farmer's son, Kydner. Scowling he demands, "what sort of spectacle is this, apoligize to the lady will you?".

Attempting to catch a way ward pot, he can only kick it across the gate, the clatter even startles Kydner as he looks up, foolishly, at the officers. He bows as his hands fumble at the clattering pot "Err, Good eve M'Lords..." catching the pot and turning to the lady, whose now harsh words ring after him as did the sound of the falling pots, he can only offer a slight smile.

Before Analdin can answer Elidran's question, his eyes also are drawn to the commotion nearby, and his lips press together as he catches sight of Kydner in the torchlight. Yet, while Malahir takes care of the scene, he returns to speaking with Mathirion, as if forgetting Elidran had spoken. "No one else? Are you positive?" Letting out a hard breath and a curse buried beneath it.

"One other, if I remember rightly, Lieutenant," the older guardsman replies quietly, with a motion to the clumsy farmer's son nearby, "He was walking around up there. Looked like he was talking to a wall at one point." Lowering his deep voice, Mathition adds, "Wouldn't suprise me if he was, from the looks of him."

Malahir's gaze bores even deeper into the man. A silence from his grows omnimous, until he overhears something words from the old cogger behind him. Dismissing the lady with a bow, "Good evening ma'am, will you please run along, we'll deal with the mishap accordingly", he points to the clumsy farmer and motions, "And you come hear, we would like to have a word with you".

Kydner hands the pot to the lady, who snatches it from his hands and speaks to the Gaurd "See ye do laddy, see ye do, I do not come to the city to be accosted as such." Kydner can only lower his eyes as he turns to the man "Aye Sir, I am sorry, for only did I wish to see inside the city, even make my way to the healers hall." He lowers his head, but thinking a bit, for just a second, he raises it, a front of confidence is given in his look.

Turning to watch Kydner and Malahir, Analdin's face grows even more grim. Falling silent a few moments, he folds his arms over his chest - the left one seeming a little swollen, though it may be a trick of the light. Watching closely, eyes shining in the torchlight and seeming to be stern and angry in and of themselves without the influene of the man to whom they belong, the Lieutenant seems almost patient. Just a bit behind him, however, the old soldier shakes his head at the clumsiness of the youth.

Malahir nods to both departing lady and farmer boy, stepping aside to offer Kydner a place inside the circle of guards, he speaks to him in low tones, "speak the truth and you will pass unharmed", then his eyes grow dark, "but lie to us and so help me you will never see the house of healing. You hear me lad?".

Kydner looks at Malahir, a look of uncertaininty "Aye M'Lord" he responds, more in a question than a statement "I ...I ... "he responds confused "I shall speak truthfully, I did bump into the lady, and sadly am I to admit it."a He glances to those about, the circle that in his eyes shows that it not be one he would be included with.

Elidran watches the conversation, his expression alert and stern. He does not intrude, but he watches.

Rolling his eyes, Analdin, grim and stern as he appears at the moment, looks to be on the verge of breaking out into a smile. "By the Valar, Malahir! You need not frighten him so." the young officer reprimands the Corporal slightly, still trying to keep his seriousness, "He'll speak without such harshness... won't you, Kydner?" He all but ignores the young man's speech about bumping into the lady.

Malahir bows to his superior, "yes sir, just making sure the lad knows what is at stake sir", he glares at the back of Kydner's head at attention and waiting for the interagation to begin.

Kydner looks up at the man he knows at Analdin and offers a slight smile "Aye, I will, but it was an accident, truly it was." He looks at the men before him, a slight confused look as he thinks now that they speak not of the incident that has just happened.

Analdin nods quietly, looking intently at the young man before him, any hint of a smile completly fading form his face. "Mathirion here," he motions to the guardsman just beside and behind him, who is standing motionless, arms folded, and waiting, "Tells me you were up near the barracks this morning around dawn. Did you see anyone suspicious there?"

Yehnan arrives from down Lampwright's Street.
Yehnan has arrived.

Kydner looks at the older man, then back to Analdin "I...I was there sir.But suspicious? Nay I did not, why do you ask?" He looks a bit nervious

Malahir doesn't relax, his hands crossed behind his back as he continues his stare into the back of the inspiring healer's head.

Analdin nods solemnly, yet his eyes do not move from those of Kydner. The small group composed of Guardsman and one unfortunate youth surrounded by them all, stands just beside the Gates, the light of the torches shining down on them and casting long shadows. "Are you positive?" He seems to doubt the young man's response, yet does not reply to the man's question, only saying, "Now, Kydner, you are positive no one was, ah, hiding in the shadows anywhere?"

Malahir forces an uncomfortable cough, making his presence behind the aspiring healer, "speak up lad, I'm warning you".

Kydner lowers his head, though he doesn't speak his foot kicking at a stone loose in the roadway "I...I gave my word M'Lord, I cannot say..." He doesn't look up at the men before him, thinking he needs to leave, he glances behind him and sees Malahir, and as he speaks, he grows mor uncomfortable. The tone of his voice reflects this "I...I only saw a lad, tiss all, no criminal realy, but I gave my word to him..." Again he lowers his head, not saying anything further.

Yehnan strolls down Lampwright street in the wee hours of the night. He stops upon hearing the commotion at the gates. In the torchlight he can see familiar shapes, but at the distance he cannae see who they are.

Malahir cranes his neck and looks for his lieutenant's gaze, "sir? May I ask what this fugitive's name is?".

With a quick motion of his hands, Analdin waves the elder Guardsman standing behind him down the road towards the gate to the next tier, "Go up to the Barracks, Mathirion, and ask if anyone else was there this morning or saw anything suspicious. Double time!" The young officer once again returns his gaze to the man standing before him, a deep frown lighting on his face, and a kint of disapointment shining in his eyes. Turning to Malahir, he speaks something in a quiet voice to the Corporal. Turning to the rest, he adds louder, "I have to retrieve something from my office. I shall be back shortly." With that, he turns on a heal and steps off towards the gate himself.

This is what Analdin said to Malahir: "Corporal, Mathirion reports having seen a certain young lad up near the barracks this morning. He's our fugitive. Get it out of Kydner, I want to know if he saw my brother, and I want to know by the time I return. Is that clear?"

Yehnan arrives from down Lampwright's Street.
Yehnan has arrived.

Kydner looks at the older man, then back to Analdin "I...I was there sir.But suspicious? Nay I did not, why do you ask?" He looks a bit nervious

Malahir doesn't relax, his hands crossed behind his back as he continues his stare into the back of the inspiring healer's head.

Analdin nods solemnly, yet his eyes do not move from those of Kydner. The small group composed of Guardsman and one unfortunate youth surrounded by them all, stands just beside the Gates, the light of the torches shining down on them and casting long shadows. "Are you positive?" He seems to doubt the young man's response, yet does not reply to the man's question, only saying, "Now, Kydner, you are positive no one was, ah, hiding in the shadows anywhere?"

Malahir forces an uncomfortable cough, making his presence behind the aspiring healer, "speak up lad, I'm warning you".

Kydner lowers his head, though he doesn't speak his foot kicking at a stone loose in the roadway "I...I gave my word M'Lord, I cannot say..." He doesn't look up at the men before him, thinking he needs to leave, he glances behind him and sees Malahir, and as he speaks, he grows mor uncomfortable. The tone of his voice reflects this "I...I only saw a lad, tiss all, no criminal realy, but I gave my word to him..." Again he lowers his head, not saying anything further.

Yehnan strolls down Lampwright street in the wee hours of the night. He stops upon hearing the commotion at the gates. In the torchlight he can see familiar shapes, but at the distance he cannae see who they are.

Malahir cranes his neck and looks for his lieutenant's gaze, "sir? May I ask what this fugitive's name is?".

With a quick motion of his hands, Analdin waves the elder Guardsman standing behind him down the road towards the gate to the next tier, "Go up to the Barracks, Mathirion, and ask if anyone else was there this morning or saw anything suspicious. Double time!" The young officer once again returns his gaze to the man standing before him, a deep frown lighting on his face, and a kint of disapointment shining in his eyes. Turning to Malahir, he speaks something in a quiet voice to the Corporal. Turning to the rest, he adds louder, "I have to retrieve something from my office. I shall be back shortly." With that, he turns on a heal and steps off towards the gate himself.

Malahir nods to his superior, halfway saluting. Stepping up in the lieutnenant's place he breaths deep. "Sir, does this oath of silence mean more than your chance to become a healer in this city. Because I hope it does", he says cruelly.

Kydner turns his gaze from the LT. and glancing past Malahir, he sees another comeing twords them, he can only offer a sigh, as his hands go to his pockets, a nod to Analdin, though half done. He again looks back "Nay...Sir....I only gave my word tis all." Again does his eyes stray over Malahir to the figure moving close to them.

Malahir's features become puzzled, "What is so important behind me that makes you forget I am an officer of the guard? Look at me when I speak to you. Have you or have you not seen the lad Dric this afternoon? Speak now, or I shall hold you in contempt over night. Would you like to visit the cities jail?".

Yehnan slips among the shadows of the flickering torches until he can get close enough to identify the men infront of the gate. He recognizes one as the arrogant noble he met outside the city. The other is a healer, whom he met once before infront of the gates trying to do his honest work.

Elidran glances at Yehnan in passing.

Kydner takes his eyes past the one who comes into the lamp light and lets his eyes settle on Malahir. With a long pause, he slowely answers the man so close to him, his head now lowered "Aye, I did, M'Lord"

Malahir sighs in relief and side glances to his left, nodding to the man whose appearance behind him distracted his interrogation. "Good evening sir", he says shortly before turning back to Kydner, "I see. Will you tell me how the lad is?".

Taking one hand out of his pant's pockets, Kydner rubs his face slightly before running his fingers through his hair neveriously "I...I ... guess he is well, why do ye ask? I am sure he can tell ye better than I how he feels..." quickly adding "sir"

Malahir breaks off Kydner before he adds sir, "Do you know where he is?", he says anxiously, "I would like the talk to him, but I do not believe he wishes to talk to me Kydner", emotion swept, the staunch corporal lets down his guard.

Yehnan steps into the lights at the gates. He eyes both men thoroughly up and down before nodding a greeting to the two. "G'evening Sirs," he says in a rough voice, "What brings us out at this time of night?"

The sound of his footsteps can be heard before he is seen, for the streets are night deserted at this late time of night. Orange glints off the deep blue in his eyes, and he casts a long shadow as he moves down the street. Finally reaching the gate, a rolled number of papers in his hand. Stopping just behind Malahir, Analdin looks over the scene, as if to figure out how it has evolved in his absence.

Malahir notices the silence from Kydner and hears boots behind him. Turning to see the lieutenant coming back he says, "we'll get back to how Dric is doing later. Just tell the lieutenant what you told me and there will be no trouble, alright Kydner?".

Kydner takes his other hand out of his pocket and now both hands run through his blond hair. He offers a nod to Malahir and watches the Lt. come forward, his discomfort visable as again he kicks at a stone again.

Yehnan clears his throat loudly at not being noticed the first time, and says again, "G'evening, Sirs," he says, and nods to the approching figure. "What brings us about this dark hour of the night?"

Standing, hands clasped behind him, papers in his right hand, his left arm looking a little swollen, the Lieutenant looks from Malahir to Kydner and back, lips pressed close together. Finally, nodding to Malahir, he steps up to speak with the farmer's son. He speaks sternly, though his tone is far from rough, "Now, Kydner, what would you like to tell me?" Yet, as a tall man speaks up nearby, the young officer's gaze flicers from the point of hi attention, and he gives a quiet nod to the man. "Buisness of the guard, sir, nothing more."

Malahir looks upon the man who he thought was dismissed by his curt 'good evening' in response. Nodding at Analdin he whispers something quickly in his ear before moving beside Yehnan. "It is no business of yours, and might I add, what brings you about this late hour?".

Malahir +whispers to you, "He says he saw your brother, but he wouldn't tell me where he is."

Yehnan looks down on the officer of the guard before him, and in a even tone he says, "I am just out for an evening stroll to clear my head and gaze upon the starry night, is that a problem?"

Kydner looks at Analdin, p8uzzled, before he turns and looks at Yehnan and smiles. Perhaps it is one of gratitude as he has intrupted the interagaition. He looks back on Analdin and begins to speak, but as the man comes forward and does, his tounge is held tight.

Malahir shrugs, looking slightly up at the evening stroller, "Not at all. I warn you to be in your domocile before curfew though, or I there will be a problem", looking up at the stars above, "pretty night isn't it?", he says absent mindedly.

Analdin nods at Malahir's words to him, and returns his gaze to Kydner, leaving Malahir to speak with the tall man. Taking a step towards the farmer's son, the young officer looks Ky square in the face, "Speak up, Kydner. I consider you a friend, and would not wish to do anything I may regret. But it is my brother you will speak of, and you will say your piece now." He speaks slowly, accenting every word.

Yehnan arches an eyebrow, and an amused expression crosses his normally hard face, "Curfew?" He rumbles, "I know of no Curfew."

Kydner lowers his eyes "i know he is ye brother, but..." He stamers a bit "I gave my word, sir, LT. Analdin, and friend do I hold ye." sighs and looks up at the night sky "I gave my word to him...I am sorry M'Lord, I cannot go against that, if that is punishment, then punish me, but my word is my word." He takes a breath and doesn'

Malahir raises a brow as he looks back at the tall recluse, "Excuse me sir. But you mind your tone with me, you hear. Everyone without a civil duty must be in at midnight. Is there a problem with that?".

Yehnan nods slowly, "Aye Lad, there is." He rumbles at the shorter form before him. "I have never heard of this so-called CURFEW before, and until I see the law written someplace, I have no fear of gettin' in trouble."

Analdin shakes his head slowly, a frown forming at the corners of his mouth. "You wish to take Dric's punishment? You want me to give you the lecture I have in store for the boy, if I ever see him again? Oh, no.. No, Kydner, I could never." Pausing a moment, as if to gather his breath and his thoughts, the torchlight gleaming almost serenely off the small scene beside the Gates and finsing its way into Analdin's eyes, making them stand out with a blue/orange hue, the Lieutenant observes the man before him. "He ran off. The Corporal followed him into the mountains. I am worried to death over that boy," his voice rises as his words grow angrier, "And you aren't going to tell me where he is? I would normally call keeping one's oath honorable. This, this I call torture." After making his speech, the young man takes a step back, and lowers his own head.

Malahir shakes his head in disgust, his six foot one frame standing rigidly at attention, "Oh, believe me. Assuming you can read", he scoffs, "you will. I warn you, be in your domicile before curfew. There is an hour period of grace given, so I wouldn't push it sir".

Yehnan leers down at the ridged form before him. After a long moment he looks up at the other two men and then at the stars above. After another moment he breaks out into a belly-deep laugh.

Kydner smiles at Analdin "The lad is fine, realy he is, well as of this morn, much more than that Analdin, tis my word to him ye ask me to break, and if I did see him this morn, hrm, I cannot guess at the distance of the Mount's ye speak of, but truly a day is not long to gain there?" He smiles, now the self confidience comes to him as he shakes his head "I...I gave my word, sir, to the one who brought me food when I had none, to one who was a friend when I had none, what now whould ye have me do, break my word to a man, though yet still a child? Here I wonder about, wanting to be here, and ye brother makes me feel so, I know not what to do. I am sorry Lt. Analdin."

Malahir ignores the man in front of him, turning to view the goings on of the interrogation. Sensing a lull he comes to the Lieutenant, "Sir, I saw the lad in the mountains. But my, that boy has the strength of a mule, and my bum leg oculdn't keep me up with him. I'm sorry sir".

Yehnan quits his laughter abruptly, and turns to the smaller man infront of him. "Don't you turn away from me little man," he says in a rough voice. "I remember it was you who hassled me at the gates, as well as this lad before us," he points to Kydner before continuing, "And it seems that since then, none of your arrongant nature has worn away."

Shaking his head as Kydner speaks, Analdin looks up at him at his first words. Listening quietly through the schpeal, the young Lieutenant regains his composure, and finally speaks when Kydner has finished. "I suppose I cannot order you to speak, Kydner, as you aren't one of my men. I cannot make you do a thing, let alone break your oath to my brother. But I can, if I may, ask a favor of you." Stopping there, the man takes a breath, continuing on a different line. "Then keep your silence. You have already told me what I wished to know, that he is well, and, if I hear you right, you don't know where he is to tell me that." He pauses once more, looking at the commotion beginning around him, before returning his gaze to Kydner. "But, if you would, if you see him again... Give him my regards, and tell him that he ought not be afraid to return."

Malahir dismisses the man who speaks to him with a "good evening sir", and awaits for his Lieutenant's words. His eyes only on Kydner. He speaks to him, "Aye, we care about his safety, you must understand that sir".

Yehnan claps a heavy hand on Malahir's shoulder, "I said, do NOT turn away from me, nor dismiss me with an idle wave," He grows in a low, but very dangerous voice, "I am not one of your family's peons, and nor will I ever be. I am a man like any other and I WILL be treated by one, even by you."

Kydner lowers his head and speaks softly "he is my friend, I care as ye do. He chocked on some food, I helped him,l but that is allI can say, trust me, please." He looks up at both Analdin and Malahir, then with a smile to Yehnan he turns back to Analdin "He reminds me of my brother as well, do not fear Sir, he is well, and perhaps iuf ye let me hold my word, and speak to him...For if I break it, I think not I could face him in truth, but perhaps I could get him to relent his position of trying to shy away from ye."

Kydner watches Analdin

Analdin nods at Kydner's words, the frown on his face disapearing, but no smile coming to replace it. "I would appriciate it, my friend," he says to Kydner, placing his right hand on the other's shoulder. "Go on with your buisness, Kydner, and if you see Dric..." he trails off, leaving it at that. A voice nearby catches his attention, and the young officer turns to catch sight of the taller man with his hand on the Lieutenant's aide's shoulder. A small smile lights on his face, definitly amused.

Galain enters the city of Minas Tirith through its grand gates. He walks with a casual pose and heads through the center of the lane caring not who is forced to go around him. He spots a familiar face (Analdin) and heads toward him.

Malahir bows slightly, "I understand Kydner. Please tell Dric I would listen to him if he would like to speak with me. I have guard duty still, so if you two would excuse me", he says politely before he heads toward the gatehouse, passing the arrogant bystander Yehnan along the way.

Analdin calls out to Malahir as he leaves, "Corporal, I would like to see you in my office when your shift ends."

Malahir turns and lifts his head, crying out, "Yes sir", before he continues on to his post.

Kydner smiles at both and nods "Tis enough words, when, and if I see Dric again, I will *speak* to him, fear not, I am his friend, well I hope so as I hold him as a friend." Lowering his head "Now I grow tired, if you would M'Lords, may I go..."

After shouting to his aide, Analdin turns back to Kydner, giving him a silent nod. "Go on, Kydner, continue your buisness." His words are short, but from his eyes it can be seen that he is somewhat preoccupied. The shadows deepen as the night goes on, and people become more and more scarce. A figure approaches the Lieutenant and those around him, but he seems not to notice.

Yehnan releases the arrogant nobleman-guard's shoulder as he walks away, with a loud snort, and a grin splits his face. He leers at the man walking away and then smiles to Kydner. He eyes the LT as well, then turns to the newcomer, "Hail there." He greets.

Kydner nods and walks to the woods that he now call's home. Asmile on his face.

Galain arrives near Analdin and nods to Yehnan "Evening lad." With that he turns to Analdin. "Hows yer arm Lieutenant?" he speaks of the arm with mock humour. "I hope that ye took it so that healer could fix ye up."

Startled out of his mindless reverie by the tall man hailing him, Analdin looks up - quite some way - at the newcomer. "Good night to yourself, sir," he greets the man, attention still seeming a bit absent, "You seem to get along quite, ah, well with the Corporal there." An amused smile once again lights on his features, but does not settle in very deep, for at Galain's approach, the young officer shakes his head, "Evening, Sergeant. No, that I didn't.. What brings you here this time of night?"

Galain waves his hand out in an arc. "Tis a good night to be out." He chuckles "And praytell what brings ye out here at this time of night Lieutenant?" He smiles coily and looks at the other man with idle curiosity.

Yehnan gives forth a deep throated laugh, a soud like that of a small thunderstorm, at the LT words. He pauses for a breath of air and says, "Aye, the little man will someday learn that he is no the emperor of the world." He looks down at the LT, and says in a more serious tone, "I don't like him, he is far too arrogant for my tastes."

Analdin shrugs at Galain's remark, looking about at the nigh on deserted street and the bright stars above. "Aye, definitly a good night, if any is. Buisness of the Guard, my friend, it tends to not care what the time." He grimaces slightly, shaking his head and looking once more at the tall man, "Little man? He has a good inch on myself, sir, and what does that make me?" He adds, of course, in a more serious tone, "Corporal Malahir is a good man. There are some things right now that have made him a bit irratible, justifiably so." After mumbling something to himself about being the same when it happened to him, he raises his voice, "Might I ask your name?"

In that same deep voice, the big man rumbles, "Yehnan, good Sir." He laughs again, and then says, "Aye, he is a little man, and you are even smaller! Yet height alone does not make a man little!"

Galain shrugs off the conversation. "no man is really little friend, rather it is who he is that matters not what he may seem." he shrugs. "I have knows the corporal for a little while and he is in all honesty a good man, as the Lieutenant has stated, current matters seem to have taken his mind away from his attittude." He raises his eyebrows "Either way he is a good man and a faithfull soldier."

Yehan's laughter seems almost catching, for the young Lieutenant cracks a smile, "And not only size makes a man large, in that case. I have known men shorter than myself who were yet bigger in my eyes, and the eyes of all that knew them." Yet with that remark, Analdin looks towards the nearly deserted gate, and back to Galain, nodding at the Marine's statement. "Perhaps, Yehnan, Sergeant, I could treat the two of you to a drink at the tavern? 'Tis getting unpleasant out here, or will be soon enough. Any man, whether large or small, does tend to find himself in need of something to wet his throat, does he not?"

The sun slowly rises in the sky, spreading its brilliant light upon Gondor.

Yehnan eyes the newcomer and the LT with a hard eye. After a moment he rumbles, "Aye, he may be faithful, but a good man I have yet to see in him. Until he can prove himself too me, no man is a good man."

Pausing, not moving a step, as if frozen stone still at the tall man's statement, Analdin turns and gazes up at him, all seriousness in his face. "Will the King himself have to report to you to prove his goodness, then, on his return?"

Randar grunts and scratches his chin. "Nothing to report," he says slowly and simply, and returns to his watching.

Galain shakes his head "I am sorry Analdin, I must return to the ship as it is. I doubt I shall stop for a drink, however thanks for the offer." With that he grins and nods to the other tall man "Well met Yehnan I belive the name was, I am Galain of the Alcarondas."

Yehnan shakes his massive head at the LT's words, and his voice again sounds like thunder as he speaks. "No, no man must report to me, but the King must prove to me that he is a good man by running the country fairly, and by treating the lower classes such as myself with the same justness as the higher classes, such as our corporal." He shakes his head again at the LT. He chuckles to the Marine, and extends his hand, "I am Yehnan, a simpleton to some, a friend to others." He nods to the LT at the offer of a drink, "Aye, one I could use."

Randar looks absently into the distance, and shakes his head solemnly. "I report that there has been no untoward events in the last hour," he says presently.

Analdin nods to the Marine, "Fare well, then, Sergeant. Perhaps another day." Looking once more to Yehnan, the large man nearby, he nods towards the gates, "Join me in the tavern, then? We can discuss the Corporal and nobility then, if you'd like, but the buisness tonight has parched my throat."

Galain nods to the two men and heads off toward the port of Pelennor.

Yehnan smiles, "Aye, after you, Sir," he wave down the road with a big hand.