At the front gates of the small city of Alwaaq, 2 ordinary Orthlys soldiers stood guard, yawning at the boredom they felt, having to stand sentry, checking everyone's ID before letting them into the town.
"Man, do we really have to do this… I'm pretty sure we'd notice if a kid with white hair walked through…" One of the guards complained.
"Chin up and stop complaining man! We have to do this, or those 3 devils will kill us," the other guard scolded.
"I know…" The other guard dejectedly said, putting his head down in sadness. "I was just letting some of my pent-up boredom out…" The guard groaned as he suddenly saw 4 individuals approaching the front gate on the main path.
"Halt! State your business and hand over your identification!" The guards straightened their stances, tapping the ends of their spears on the ground under them as a show of power.
