The guards nod as you pass through the gates into the grand city of Minas Tirith.
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.

Contents:
Merchant's Coach
Randar(#29365VnMp)
Obvious exits:
 Up leads to Lampwright Street.
 Down leads to Lampwright Street.
 Gate leads to Minas Tirith: Before the Great Gate.
Locked Door and Door <DO>
Torelin enters the city.
Torelin has arrived.

Malahir and the young drummer walk quickly past the gates and into the courtyard proper of Minas Tirith. He points down the streets, "You know the way Dric. I'll talke to you later, you go practice now, you hear?".

[Torelin(#28151)] Coming up behind Malahir, the cloaked man makes a quiet cough.

Dric nods in an uncommon polite fasion and hugs the big guard quickly before he runs off down lampwright street and up toward the second tier. Turning upon the cloaked figure, and shador he had been informed of, Malahir responds to the cough, "You catching a cold Torelin? Come, we must find you a place to hide, and quick". and he points down the street.

Torelin stops short and lifts his head slightly to allow light to fall onto his face. He looks drawn and tired; his voice is barely audible as he speaks, "I do not wish to hide for much longer, sir. Just long enough to ask a favour of you. Then I shall turn myself in."

Malahir shakes his head, "I will gladly do you a favor my brethren. But please tell me, why such valor? Isn't your life worth more than your pride?", motioning him to come with him toward a safe house designed for the guards to make off duty acquantences.

Torelin puts up his hand and moves closer to the older guard. He motions to the gates and says sadly, "My life ended when I struck that man. But there is something I must have done before I am executed." He stops, clears his throat and whispers, "You must get to Aiesha. That cur says she left for Rohan not too long ago." Torelin now looks his age and he can barely control the slight shaking that is taking over his body. "Please," he begs, "I must see her once more. I must..."

Pain creeps into the corporal's heart, as the weight of duty toward his Steward crosses his mind. The rain pelts the two guards, bound to each other by oath and by love of the same woman, as a moment of silence seems to streach on forever. Breaking the silence, the corporal quickly removes his longsword and dips in to the ground. Placing the sword on the cobblestone with a clink, "On my honor, your letter will get to your love", waiting for the young guard to place his own sword down likewise.

Torelin nods and makes a faint smile. He quickly removes a piece of paper from inside his shirt and hands it to Malahir. He says quietly, "Thank you." Then he makes his way back toward the gate.

Malahir resheaths his sword, and nods as he takes the letter. Placing it quickly in his cloak, he says before Torelin turns to leave, "Stall them as best you can Torelin. We shall think of something...", turning sharply toward the barracks.

Torelin removes his hood and nods but does not turn back to see where Malahir has gone.

Torelin heads out through the Main Gate.
Torelin has left.