"Another quiet evening, Roderic. If only we were stationed inside the manor, Stefan apparently held a huge feast for some princess yonder."
	"Aye. Uthelmann and Sarah got lucky this time 'round. Could really do with a bellyful of mead."

	The two guards by the gate laxly stood and leaned on the brick walls with their their spears casually dangling off their shoulders. Their eyes were lazy, inadvertently gazing at the path that was in front of them with very little regard of what was around them. Of course, to them this was just another day at the job.

	"How's your wife goin' Harry? She holdin' up with them three pests behind her?"
	"That wench's out of her dang mind, she don't love me no more. Only the pests! I'll much rather stand here and be back home yelled up on that bitch."
	"Don't let her caught you be sayin' that..."
	"Shut up!"
	"Stefan, you bastard! I'm going to fucking kill you!"

	The earshot tightened the guard's senses as they reflexively stood up as if a stick had been shoved up their arse. The two see the warrior-boy who came with the princess with his sword drawn and they wielded their spears.

	"Hol up' there messenger-boy. Ain't nobody killin' anyone up in here. Put your sword away!"
	"Thinkin' of killin' a lord? What are you nuts or sumthin'?"

	It wasn't going to be a quiet night after all.