Guard! Guard! Make an effort man! Do the Duke proud - put the beer down, the woman back in her cell and pretend to know a few of the laws of the city. Does the captain know you smoke that stuff in the barracks?
You there - you in the frilly dress! Tunic... Dress... what ever - it's effeminate. Make a note that I have to report this guard for smoking nightshade on duty.
Now - do you think yourself fit enough to show these gentlefolk around a little? Tell them a bit about what you do - or what you're meant to do? or would you like me to explain the finer points of your job?.. whatever... I'll do your job for you....
Please excuse that sorry excuse for Dragon fodder! The Duchy guards - for the most part - are bribe taking, ale swilling, violent alternatives to the Brittania Guard. What? Oh - NOW you feel fit enough to say something... fine - okay... The guard are responsible for the safety and well being of the Duke, the city and the city dwellers - as well as those too poor to afford housing and accommodation within the city - or those with enough wealth to employ those less fortunate... like myself.
They patrol the roads, the streets, the walls (and the moat bridge) for threats to the previously mentions wastes of my time, and when the Duke chooses a new enemy, go to war and get seven shades of copper beaten out of them. Me - I'm neutral at all times. Ask Kaldor... or the Duchy... or who ever has power at the time if you know what I mean. eh? You know.
If you want a life of combat, adventure and seeing the world (of Trinsic) then these are the fellows for you. If you're in need of discipline or blood shed - then don't bother with the rest of the tour. Just join the Armsman here and pull up a shade pipe. No doubt the captain will be along shortly.
Copyright Richard Combes (2007)