"Damn, rookie, this capital's full of man-eating nobles and unscrupulous merchants. I don't have more life to waste. Mind your own damn business here, and you'll live longer. Come, let's go see some fun." The guard slammed him on the back, snapping him out of his daze.
He was profoundly shocked and scared as he continued to think about the words he had heard.
He imagined a noble or merchant holding a grudge against him when their opponent won the argument because of his interference.
He shuddered at how easily a common guard like him could be disposed of—someone else taking his place, while he was either buried six feet under or thrown into a mass grave without his family and loved ones knowing he had died.
"You get now… don't you?" the man asked with a knowing smile, seeing the fear spread across his face.
"Hm." He hummed, falling silent as he watched the two carriages from a quiet spot among the murmuring crowd.
