He stands and guards the bridge. He's not sure why, that's just what he's been told to do. He's got his uniform, his breastplate, and his halberd. At his side is a small one-man shelter with a stool and a cubby to store his bread, cheese, and small beer. Other than that's he's not got much. He gazes out at the dreary day and listened to the muffled sing-song of birds. All he has to do is stay awake. With the brazier burning next to him, that's easier said than done. There's a man coming.
Paddy Dobson
16th December 2023