I let out a yawn as I watch the figure closing the distance to our camp. My eyes are half-lidded in both exhaustion and boredom whilst the other soldiers around me are tense, their weapons primed and ready for action. Another day, another Tarnished, another death. Always the same. A Tarnished arrives, kicks our asses and then we're back again and the loop repeats.

So here I am, an exhausted guard, waiting for the attack that I know is coming. And honestly, I just can’t be bothered to care.