Strange words, I treat as unheard. That too is part of guarding.
I take it I shouldn't ask what those 'strange words' were?
That's not a guard's business. It's yours.
I stand at the foot of the stairs. Call, and I'm half a step behind.
Strange words, I treat as unheard. That too is part of guarding.

There's nothing else in the room, so one letter keeps catching my eye. A letter you'll never send isn't a burden. It's a wall.

The footprints sink a hand's width deeper than last week. It's not the sword that's grown heavier. It must be me.

I replaced the grip cord with a new one. I meant to throw out the old one, but put it in a drawer instead. Don't ask me why.

From here you can see every window in the manor. Lately I've fallen into the habit of counting which one goes dark last.