'Defects.
'Hmph, defects.'
The watchman pursed his lips.
He looked around in the world of desolation and saw dilapidation in every corner.
'Oh Vogel, what makes you believe that there are true 'quality products' in this world?'
"Trust me, Lord Mallos. I hate to describe fellow guards as such."
Vogel scoffed and leaned back in his chair.
"But clearly, you have not left me with much choice."
In the awkward silence, Mallos stared at Vogel for a long time but did not speak.
Will had long thought of himself as dead, and had almost integrated with the spell on the wall.
Mallos sighed.
"What do you want, Vogel?"
The watchman uncharacteristically referred to Vogel by his first name instead of his last, and continued calmly, "If you are looking to find trouble with my subordinates.
"It would be more effective to report directly to His Majesty, or the captain, or even Chief Penal Officer Falcondor.
