It's noon, and I stand guard by the barrack's entrance. My large frame, beaten down by the heat, and the scrutinizing stares of the dishier looking knights, remain ever steady in my post.

"Tch. I'm not supposed to be doin' any of this labor. This is cunt's work, I say, cunt's work.."

I wipe off some of the sweat gathering around my protruding gut, and about every where else, it's fucking hot

"Those dimwits can't get enough of sitting their prissy asses inside, leavin' me out here to catch their jobs."

I glance up with my steel visor. A stranger headed to my direction, hopefully not another knob that'll piss me off too early this hour

"Halt. Got any reason to be this close to the barracks, eh? Don't give me that look, speak up!"

Just another day serving the good-for-nothing monarchs of Europa..