Night Guard

Dominic made his way through the halls to the tower, and up the stairs, where he found that the same maid was on duty, looking somewhat exhausted and flustered.

In the hall before the doors to their respective rooms, Two guards were keeping watch, though Dominic used the word 'guards' loosely.

Both men were well past their middle years, and one looked like he had been pulled out of retirement for this duty. But he had the sun worn face of someone who spent a lot of time outside, and his pistol was hung in a well-worn holster on his hip.

Dominic couldn't see a trade skill core on him, but that didn't mean he didn't own one. Or even that he wouldn't be formidable with a pistol without one.

"Royal Advisor, we have been assigned night guard duty for your suite." The old man greeted him.

"Thank you for your sacrifice. I was never a fan of night shifts."