The soldier assigned to relieve Godmar arrived at the outpost with his collar pulled high against the cold coming down from the foothills. He stopped long enough to make sure the handoff was clear.
"You're done for the night."
Godmar gave the road one last look. "Northeast quarter. Well near the edge o' the houses. Same bunch of local girls keep turnin' up there every evenin'. Watchin' the garrison and not tryin' very hard to hide it."
He jerked his chin toward the well.
"So if you hear voices over there, that's probably your answer."
The soldier glanced that way.
"Got it."
Satisfied the information had been passed along, Godmar turned over the post and started back down the main street.
Osford had the feel of a town too small to ever become indifferent to strangers. Three companies of soldiers represented more unfamiliar faces than the town could comfortably absorb at once.
