The Darkest of Nights - Part 5

"Yarmdon…" The guard said bitterly. "If only you had not stretched our numbers so thin, merchant, I would not need to be wasting my time here, watching over you."

"Then go, you fool. Why are you wasting your manpower on us?" Greeves said, his usual tact gone. Days upon days of the most extreme stresses had frayed his nerves, to the point where he even dared speak to a member of the Serving Class as he did.

The soldier tightened his grip around his spear, and eyed the entrance to the tent, seeing people rushing around. But no one came to relieve him from duty. No orders came his way. A soldier knew that orders were to be followed until the very end. Until they were nullified.

He put his back to the merchant, not even gracing him with a response, and merely held his position, as he guarded the tent, and waited.