Its just another day as a Pulneran guard. You sit at the top of a tower, looking down on the green hills beyond. Although it is in the middle of a temperate summer, and you have metal armor on, you still do it; a guard must. Your crossbow rests right at your feet, at ready whenever something happens; which it usually doesn't. Just days upon days of sitting atop a stone tower, guarding against thin air... but there is something to do, right?
What do you do?
>>732778
Count the cracks on the wall
>>732778
Think of ways to murder the guard captain, who is a prick.
>>732778
Fantasise about the Guard Captain's wife. Who is a hottie.
>>732778
Line up a shot on any pheasants/grouse in the bushes below
>Improve our aim.
>Bring a fat bird back to the mess for supper.
>Pretend we're shooting the guard captain, the cunt.
>>732778
Nod off
>>735279
This!
>>732778
Pee down the side of the tower to get some attention