Prompt: Buy
Summary: What price, the future?
Summary: What price, the future?
“Could they swim, we'd never stop them,” Celbaran said; his partner grunted.
“Please, honored sir! A-lehani, we,” one petitioner pleaded brokenly. “By home, Hurrhabi, for Gondor's raid – kills us, our lord! Is no returning!”
“We've bricklayers aplenty,” Celbaran sighed.
“Please, sir – we've children!” The man drew his wife before him.
Celbaran grimaced. “Sir –”
“Please!”
The woman stepped closer then – young, not uncomely...
Celbaran stared. Finally: “Leave,” he said tightly. “Now!”
They fled, but their devastation lingered.