[Everdawn]

A tall, fair man appeared from the stables. Bebberyn, High Guard of Dol Amroth had just finished his rounds of the city watchtowers. He stopped and overlooked what he could see of the ocean and thought to himself "this the grandest city of Gondor, be it never challenged."

He looked further out. "there are so many more ships coming.. I hope the harbourmen are prepared."

For eleven generations, Bebberyn's forefathers had guarded the prince and his city. Bebberyn sighed "and now I return to an empty house. or rather one full of other guards who have no home for tonight."

He laughed, Bebberyn was always generous. And the house he dwelled which had been awarded to his family 200 years prior by the prince, was always a place for wiery foreign high soldiers to stay. He made his way through the markets towards his home.