(Continuation of Jack’s reminiscing…)
The warriors in training have different tasks everyday because they do rotations in order to learn to adapt to every and any kind of situation.
That night, Jack got the boring job of being nightguard at the southern gate, where almost no one ever went because there was nothing there but shrubbery and the electric control panels, but it was still necessary to have someone there for security.
He sighed. It was going to be a long night. He could only hope he’d be able to say goodbye in person to Lady Ambrose and General Lord Greymark tomorrow morning before they leave, but he wasn’t counting on it very much. He would probably be asleep already when they leave.
As Jack settled into his post, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of disappointment gnawing
