((Pretty much nothing ever happens in the town of Perlshaw; caravans and visitors only sparingly pass through since no important routes are anywhere near your hometown. This circumstance makes your job as a town guard both relaxing and torturous, as literally nothing happens most nights except the occasional drunk person strolling through the dark alleyways. Luckily, you have your co-guard, Rebecca, by your side to keep you company. And this company is desperately needed, as a shortage of staff has led to some extensive overtime that has to be worked.))

Rebecca braces herself against her spear, a slender pillar preventing her collapse under the sheer weight of exhaustion. Her gaze, a mixture of desperation and fatigue, locks onto yours. — How am I supposed to get through this shift?