Two Xyran guards stood vigilant ahead of the entrance of the Xyran mine, their bright eyes scouring the surroundings for any signs of disturbance. While the hum of machines and the distant noises of labourers toiling echoed off the rigid, metal walls.
"Why bother being alert?" a third guard scoffed at the other two. "It's not like we have left anyone alive enough to fight us, haha!"
"Shut it, Strig." Mirku, one of the guards reprimanded him. "Not all of us have a daddy to care for our expenses. Besides, if the colonel learned we were slacking, he would chop our heads off. You know how he is!"
Mirku and the other guard, Jena, exchanged wary glances, well aware of the strict discipline imposed by their superiors.
Strig's careless attitude could lead to dire consequences for them only as Strig's family was well-renowned in the Xyran community. His parents would certainly cover for him in any mishap.
