The overhanging quarters of the Lieutenant stood a few meters from the elevator. Parties of fighters stood ever so close to the edge, some sat, some watched, some held binoculars, others used the scope of their weapons. Monsters after said wall were slow, sluggish, but active. None seemed to be in a fight. Promenading along told one thing, the gusts were very much strong; one misstep and tis a trip to a harsh fall.
"Might I ask why you're shaking like a feather?"
"Feather?" paused the startled guard, "-I guess I'm a little concerned. Heck, the lieutenant isn't that good a person. He's renowned for bursting into ire for being woken from a nap."
"Isn't it a lie?" refuted Igna.
"No," refusal by shaking of the head, "-I saw the whole event play out. Not so much a push than a kick." From there, the conversation dulled as they came closer. An ajar wooden door left ample space to sneak a peek.
