- "Twelve o'clock, and all's well!"
The call echoed hollowly across the slumbering city of Laburnum, becoming lost to the depths of night as surely was the smoke curling from the chimney of the nearby forge. The velvetty folds of darkness closed in about the lone elven guard posted on the wall overlooking the rolling Plains of Gaia, practically snuffing out the light thrown off by his lonesome torch. Hell, who was he to say all was well? Klit couldn't see a damned thing past the end of his nose, and the torch set in the wall next to him was doing squat to aide in his vision problems, so... he kind of hoped the town wasn't being invaded.
Klit figured he ought to take a bit more pride in his work, but... it was really cold. Mentally shrugging, pulling the white-and-orange checkered tunic and corresponding white cloak closer to his body, Klit yawns and continues staring blankly off into the dark recesses of the night. A helpless, sour smirk touches his lips as he casts a glance at the halberd leaning on the wall next to him, eyeing the Seal of Laburnum emblazoned on it with a bit of distaste. Promises of glory and fame in the defence of Laburnum had enticed Klit into joining the City Guard, and he had dreamed of attaining the halberd; a symbol of his servitude to the city and his ultimate sacrifice in the name of Laburnum.
Now, after learning a few hard lessons, he realized the halberd was just another ol' piece of wood with some metal fastened to it. And he fealt like crying. It was a guard's job to grin and bear it, however, so Klit just fixed his pale blue eyes on the sliver of silvery moon poking out from behind some night-shrouded clouds and sighed- watching the white cloud of his breathe disappear as swiftly as it came without a motion of his eyes.
Hopefully someone would come and relieve him soon, so he could return to his military-issued hovel and get some sleep.
