(Anyone can join.)
Alassea had perched herself on a tree branch that hung just above two men who seemed beside themselves with excitement. She watched patiently and bemusedly as they played some sort of game that involved stones and numbers, but she could not understand the point of it. Nor did she care too, these old 'coots weren't her priority in Gondor.
It was early morning, and the weather couldn't make up its mind. Cloudy one minute, the next it was sunny. Time was running short, and with it, Alassea's patience.
Just then, a cloaked figure stepped out of a shop or something of the like, and made it's way down the street.
( 'K, I'll need someone to be this mysterious hooded person.. Point is Alassea's a spy and yeah.. You get the gif.
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