Bread!
Free bread!!
Free white bread!!!
They didn't know if this Priest was crazy, but they knew one thing for sure: this couldn't last forever.
And so, based on the simple principle that only a fool passes up a freebie, a peculiar craze was spreading through Minas Tirith.
In the early morning, the fog over the harbor had yet to dissipate.
Normally at this time, the construction site would be filled with the sound of hammering stone, but today, most areas were conspicuously empty.
The flow of people was headed in another direction.
A long, winding line had formed in front of the unfinished church foundation, a line even longer than the one for exchanging winter supplies back in Newly Town.
People stood in line, their faces a mixture of doubt and desire.
They craned their necks, staring at the newly erected wooden platform and the burlap sacks piled up like a small mountain behind it.
