Chapter 129: Chapter 127: The First of Many

It was another long and tiring day on the watch. My body aches from the weight of my armor and the weariness of my spirit. The sun had not yet risen when I began my rounds, and it had already set by the time I returned to my quarters. The day passed in a blur of monotony and endless toil.

But the usual routine is disrupted by the constant flow of refugees pouring into our city from the south. The roads leading to the city gates were congested with people, carts, and animals, all seeking refuge from the unrest in their own lands. I and my fellow guards had to work twice as hard to keep the peace and maintain order amidst the chaos. The refugees are desperate, weary, and afraid. They clutch their meager possessions close to their hearts and tell us tales of unimaginable darkness, famine, and death.

My duties as a city guard require me to be stoic and impartial, but it is hard to ignore the pain and suffering that I see every day. My job is to keep this city and its people safe, not any strangers from the south. But it is not my place to question my orders or the will of the gods. I am a servant of the city and its needs, and I must fulfill my duty no matter how troublesome the burden may be.

Despite the difficulties, I am grateful for my job and the purpose it gives me in these dark times when many other industries have failed. It is a small comfort in these troubled hours, but it is enough to keep me going. May the gods grant me the strength to endure another day on the watch.