It hadn't been easy to sneak through a fortress full of paranoid soldiers at night until reaching the execution camp.
Luckily, or unluckily, a biting wind and the uncomfortable, icy drizzle reminded everyone why this was the worst place in Stygia.
No one really wanted to leave the shelter of the watchtowers. And those left with the grueling task of patrolling could be seen from a distance with their green light bulbs on long poles strapped to their backs.
One would have thought that because of this they made easy targets for archers. But Glax now had a little experience to know how difficult it was to aim at night, in wind and rain.
In fact, it wasn't impossible, but it was certainly difficult. And they had whistles to warn of anything wrong. Also, the sentinels on the watchtowers could easily see a light missing...
