"Ugh, damn it's cold."
Ential clutched at his barely adequate winter gear, enduring the chill of the night air. The flames from torches and campfires warmed the surrounding air, but the freezing midnight air was far too harsh to be dealt with by mere bonfires.
"Shit, what rotten luck. Night watch on a night like this..."
"Hey mister, if you say stuff like that, the knights will have your head."
A relatively young guy wearing an ill-fitting helmet smirked. Outside the camp, there was already an adventurer lying dead as an example—executed by a knight for insulting the Baroness and charged with noble defamation.
"Did I badmouth the Baroness or something? It's not like I was going 'whining' like some people."
"Your face is full of lewdness. Your heart must be the same. Is your mind filled with lust?"
"My face just looks like this naturally. Watch your mouth, kid."
The young man chuckled and straightened his helmet properly.
"Why'd you join the subjugation force, mister?"
