Minas Tirith, Nórui 3009 T.A. Steward's Reckoning
Theogorn scratched on his beardless face. He looked around to the white glimmering stones and walls of the city. The streets were bustling with activity: wagons were towed to and fro, builders were renovating an old inn on great wooden platforms and cranes, moving stones up and down. There was a market with many merchants calling and offering their wares and gondorian men and women in clothes of blue and yellow running or strolling all around the place.
