Raymond stared out from the tower, double-taking at what he presumed to be movement for the third time that night. He shivered and pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders. Autumn winds were getting brisk early this year. He drew a deep breath. “Phil-” “I swear to the gods, Ray, if you don’t let me sleep tonight I’m gonna’ tan your hide.” Phil didn’t even bother to glance from his position, huddled in the corner of the post with two blue cloaks draped lazily over his frame. “We’re not supposed to sleep on post as it is,” Raymond replied timidly, his voice barely audible. “Aye. Well, when you’ve served for more than three months you might change your tune.” Raymond had been in for nearly a year and Phil knew it, but it was hardly something he would announce now. He looked back out into Triton’s small woods. Nothing. Right? But maybe… No. Was he always this paranoid? “I think I saw something.” Phil sat in silence for a time. A long time. Asleep again, Raymond thought. He rolled his ...