The same old sand, the same old hills, patrolling Plegia was as fun as staring at a wall, the only upside was that sometimes, a bandit would appear to spice things up, not to be one to welcome conflict but, maybe that was what Phill wanted, he focused on keeping awake walking next to his horse Andrew, hoping that something interesting would happen, all the men at the barracks grew tired of sparing with him, always the same results. "By the gods, this dessert is endless and stale... " Phill yawned as he talked to his horse, who looked rather annoyed and sleepy too "C'mon, lets just go up the mountain, there’s a stream there and the high vantage point will give us lookout of the land, and we can take turns sleeping too", Andrew nickered as he rose his head to the idea. Phill and Andrew walked up the nearby mountain...