Two guards stood before the ruined gate of a derelict fort in the middle of a great forest. The men, long greasy hair obscuring their tanned, bearded faces, looked down an abandoned, overgrown path through the woods, their hands on their belts where their flintlock pistols were holstered. Their eyes darted between the trees and occasionally at each other as they stood guard at the ruined bastion.
One of the men blinked and looked at the other.
"Hey, you," he said starkly to his companion. "What are we even looking out for, anyway? Do people even come out here?"
The other shrugged in response, his eyes still glued to the woods.
"Well, curious hikers, I guess," the explained. "Some folks like comin' around and exploring the woods. The boss said we can't let anyone know about our position."
"R-right, well, I doubt they'd be too much of a threat. Can't we go in with the others? It's hotter than Hell out here!"
"Well, if you want to explain to the boss why you're not keeping watch, then by