After the family entered the palace Pelladal turned back towards the square. He needed to get back to work. As he walked back towards the square he hear people whispering about the close call with Eärnil. That was something. It was a very scary thing; the heir to Gondor was almost killed. But who should save him but Pelladal, a shy guard of Osgiliath.
As he slowly passed two men that whispered to each other. As he passed he caught every few words.
“…The attack … … accident… … behind … horses … … … cart sending it … … … the heir. That’s … what I … … merchant …” The first man said quietly.
The attack wasn’t an accident! Pelladal had a very bad feeling about this. Cleary someone didn’t want the family here, or at least the heir alive. ‘I must keep closer attention’, Pelladal thought as her arrived back in the position he had been standing earlier today, ‘for my sake and Eärnil’s’...
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