Yr Saldan was in the process of setting up a ruling cadre for the city. Six of his captains he sent back to their boats with their crews. Three of them were to patrol the entrance to the small bay and two were to proceed to the waters just off the Bay of Belfalas to engage any ships making their way toward Dol Amroth. The third a trim, fast little cutter with a stripped down number of crew members was making it’s way back to Umbra to recruit more ships and men. Yr Saldan meant to place Belfalas in the tight fist of his rule.
Khaz was instructed to begin the roundup of any who opposed the new government. Most would be killed, but any who appeared to be worth something as a bargaining chip in any negotiations with the powers outside Belfalas should be imprisoned until needed. Taking twenty men, Khaz split them into two groups, and they began to make the rounds of the beleaguered city. A large warehouse was secured on the waterfront, and the prisoners were thrown in there to wait until they were needed.
The Kestrel also sent out several men with bags of gold to the dicier taverns along the quay. Anyone who wished to sign on as Yr Saldan’s man was promptly given a gold coin and assigned to a crew. There were many in this area of the city who looked forward to bleeding the good citizens of Dol Amroth of their wealth and their lifeblood if necessary.
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‘Many are the strange chances of the world,’ said Mithrandir, ‘and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.’
– Gandalf in: The Silmarillion, 'Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age'
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