It was a typical day in the British Isles. A Large town in the Northern Parts of Wessex was busy and typical as always. A English Guard stood beside the gates to the Keep of the Town's Lord, keeping watch to make sure no knaves or damn scoundrel enter the Keep with no valid reason.

"Bloody hell... bit boring 'round here... smells like damn ordure too..."

He adjusted his sallet helm a little and then kept his hands on his waist.