They were fine guardsmen, guard vampires, guard orc, oh whatever they were! They were all just fine and certainly didn’t need this sort of humiliating practice to keep them on their toes. The target practice and required physical training were enough, Temmins thought.

Yes, simply no reason to play childish games like this at night, when instead they should be resting and preparing for a new day tomorrow, a day bright with possibility. Perhaps tomorrow would be the day Temmins would learn the man’s name!

He hoped so, but that would also signify the beginning of the end. Such conflict!