Daigan touched the manes of his horse as he allowed her to drink from a fountain. His company was relaxing on the courtyard. Or well, company. These were all sturdy, battle hardened men, but nobody knew. They were invisible to the common man living his very, boring, common life.
Everyone was scattered around the place. Perhaps a few gathered together to share some words, yet it didn't seem like an organised bunch.
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Minas Tirith.
