#expanded verse

Sentry: If that’s not a husk or a vengefly I’m going to feel real dumb... Come on out!

Patrol time in the City of Tears was a time for the Sentry to mostly get lost in their own thoughts. The place had fallen long ago. The buildings were all silent giants, watching stoically as Sentry made their way down the cobbled streets. The water’s run off poured strategically about, falling from gutters and flowing into the depths below, into the waterways. It could lure anybody into a false sense of security. Would have if not for things stirring in the kingdom, flickers of orange and people long gone wandering the street in a dazed, dream-like state. No longer was a random splash of water something safe. No, it held the potential of an encounter. Intruder, shuffling husk, or invader? All were things the Sentry needed to react to. So when a puddle behind them made a tell-tale splash of a foot falling into it, the Sentry was on alert.  

Sentry: I think so. Things with the plague they shuffle about, murmur to themselves, carry out ingrained tasks, or they mindlessly attack with no real in between. Running away and hiding? I’ve never seen that before out of one of them... I’ve been doing my best to find them, but the city is big and there’s a lot of places one could hide.

Sentry: The third report I will admit will make me sound paranoid... At the bottom of the former servant’s access shaft I am certain there is something wandering about. I can just barely see it from the top and I would go down there to investigate but... well, it’s a treacherous climb down with my wing as it is.

Sentry: It’s my duty to protect the people of these ruins.