[info]khamul wrote
on April 30th, 2008 at 02:34 am

In a back alley, of a crumbled section of Minas Tirith turned slum, there has been a murder. It is not the first murder in this part of the city in the past six months. Most of the guards keep other sections of the city secure, and those that do come here, come so for illicit reasons - a cheap prostitute, opium shipped from Dol Amroth.

But this isn't just any murder, and it isn't just any murderer. The easterling wipes his sword clean, and his grin glints, cheshire like in the darkness.
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