Two soldiers stood atop the crumbling city wall, lazily leaning against their spears as they kept a halfhearted watch over the desolate landscape. The boredom of the endless watch weighed on them, making the hours drag painfully slow.
"Gods, I miss the brothel," one of them grumbled, adjusting his helmet with a sigh. His tone was wistful
"I'd give anything for a night with a woman. A real woman, you know? I am tired of using my hand in the dark...''
His companion chuckled, nodding in agreement as he shifted his weight. "I hear you. If we're lucky we'll manage to sneak out duirng the night for a quick visit . I swear, the next woman I see, I'll—"during
A low rumble interrupted the man's crude fantasy, cutting his words short. The ground beneath their feet gave a faint tremor, just enough to be noticed. They froze, exchanging puzzled glances.
