The tall, iron-wrought gates are wide open! The entrance way paved with shining cobblestones! Flags and Dúnedain banners wave proudly atop the towers and guards outfitted in gleaming breast plate and polished halberds stand guard at every corner. Luxurious guest rooms filled with finely crafted furniture and hand-woven carpets fill the wings and scribes hold their heads high as they rush from desk to desk, their liveries proudly displaying the colours of the Dúnedain reclaimers. Gone are the days of the ruined palace, for it now stands rebuilt in all its splendour and glory!

After many months of endless toiling and the expenditure of vast fortunes, the population of Tharbad now once again takes pride in its most prestigious building! The palace, crown jewel of the city, stands once more. The descendants of Arnor, or their chosen administrators, once again rule over the city, its wealth and its populace from the comfort of the palace, a place rightfully reserved for them. While one might expect that the excessive expenditure required to rebuilt this bastion and the arrival of dedicated administrators who make sure no tax goes amiss might be a cause of annoyance for the populace, this is far from the case. Instead, the citizens of Tharbad take immense joy in having the palace rebuilt and their connection with the royal line of Arnor restored!

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A symbol of luxury, a symbol of might, a symbol of the golden days of old. A symbol that the power of Arnor still exists and that its descendants are no less mighty than their ancestors. Proud the palace stands! Proud its people are! For the Dúnedain! For Arnor!