Fred had never wanted to take up this job. For the umpteenth time he cursed Old Boy Finley for convincing him to join the Border Force.
The Hiran Border Post was the northernmost border post of the Anasuril Kingdom. Generally there were a small battalion of fifteen men posted there, with the men regularly switching every fortnight. For after all not even a madman would want to be so close to the Mist.
Fred sighed and put the binoculars to his eyes once more. Each border post resembled a small village, with basic huts clustered together, and a tall tower standing in the very middle of the cluster. The tower helped the border post to see outwards and detect threats a long distance away.
Of course nowadays there was only one threat to the Kingdom as a whole.