The Alliance was meeting at The Crevice Inn. Sitting at high altitude on Straddle Mountain, the inn was tactically safe. I pulled night guard duty; a lonely shift. The guards passed each other on their march around the perimeter. Stop to warm hands over the fire, exchange a few words, then plunge back into the darkness. I was tired; too late a night before with the cards, justified by my financial needs. Luck smiled on me through the haze of wood smoke and tobacco. I now had enough for new leather boots.
Making a sweep on my rounds, my mind turned to other matters from that night. I would make Grimly masticate his own words. The insult was beyond bearing. To even hint at my loyalty to the Alliance. True, there appeared to be a spy, a traitor among us, but to charge me with that horrendous crime! I felt my combustible anger rising; I needed calm and full attention for night duty.
In the darkness, my vision was limited. I relied more on my ears than my eyes. I heard the faint chiming of the hour from the large clock in the barroom of the inn. My ears picked up another sound, long before my squinting eyes would see it. The sound of a small carriage trundling towards the inn. At once, all my attention was tuned to the sound. No-one was expected to approach tonight by any means. This did not bode well.
Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle # 48