"What was that?" one of the guards on duty suddenly shouted as he turned to the well.
"What?!" The other guards jumped back and drew their weapons as their eyes scanned the half-lit surrounding, searching for the supposed attack.
Nothing moved and no other sound cane except of the sound of the water flowing down into the pool.
After a few seconds, they all sighed and one of them shoved the first guard.
"What the fuck are you doing? Why did you scream like that?"
"Yeah," another guard added. "My heart almost stopped."
A third guard shook his head and let out a long breath.
Guarding seemed like an easy job, especially when it so far from the gate or during peacetime but the truth was that these types of guards usually died first in a sneak attack.
The job had been easy for so long that it was already turning stressful.
They were all bandits, they knew how the world worked and they have committed such atrocities in the past.
