It was another grey day.
Another grey day to walk the town, keeping his eyes sharp for trouble that never materialised. He limped out of his house and towards his assigned route for the day.
A stranger approached him. He had a special look in his eye, one of adventure mixed with a sort of naivety. The old guard recognised that look. He had seen it when catching himself in the mirror, many years before.
He turned and smiled at the stranger and sighed.
“I used to be an adventurer like you, until I took an arrow in the knee”