Dol Amroth

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Valanduir travelled from the Bay of Belfalas with Nethillon until Minas Tirith. This time was different than always as he was permitted in the city once again after Nethillon's request. Valanduir Alagaer was always seen as a hooded figure but no one ever paid attention (no one but Nethillon) how he really looked like. He was a tall man with skin tanned by sun. Valanduir's face was smooth and young, he had well-matched nose and lips that always had a smile drawn on them. His eyes were inky black and his hair was short and well-kept.

And so we walked towards the stables once again. Velam seemed as focused on the task since he arrived as was I since I first came to the city. "What should we do ?" - He whispered to me, right when a squad of heavy cavalry entered the city. They seemed really fearsome for the locals, but as a Citadel Guard I was not afraid of any kind of soldier. I was accustomed to see many kinds of them, both friendly or not.

I was now here for almost four days and still without a clue. No guard has seen the captain for a couple of days and I was really in a hurry. I decided then to take a walk through the city and its outskirts once again to calm down my emotions a bit. The weather was quite nice that day. It was warm and there was only the sea breeze blowing by the sea. I took my usual path leading through the city and then by the road to the stables. Nothing could give away that my situation was to change at that moment. As I went closer to the sea I've encountered a familiar figure.

Evening thoughts

Nathion,

I hope fortune keeps favouring you these days, as it did in the past.

I recently acquired a shipment of interesting trinkets, which I believe would fetch a good price in the southern markets.

Sail to the ruins of Lond Daer, and I shall meet you there.

Regards,

Crow