*This is a work of fiction; any incidences, persons or events are purely a figment of the author's imagination*

I work in the kingdom of Singhar. Everyday I wake up early in the morning, travel on a wagon drawn by horses to my barracks located on the bottom of Mount GB. There I report to my various supervisors who then put me to work guarding the various posts that important people pass through. Since it was the most important base in all the land, the security there is of the highest standards.

Everyday thousands of humans, magicians, beast, and weird creatures come through the gates of Mount GB, which is protected all year round by elite guards drawn from loyal soldiers of the Marshals division. These people go about their daily business, without a care for the guards who have to ensure the security of the camp is not compromised, as well as to provide assistance to the people they were charged to serve.

Every dawn is a new challenge for the Marshals of Mt GB. Not so the physical aspects of guarding a base all the time, but the mentally draining task of having to deal with others who have come to disregard and degrade them as nothing more than just servants to the cause, whatever that might be.

As a guard myself I have had to deal with unreasonable ogres who simply would not give the password when challenged. One particular ogre has a boarish face that would scare the sternest soldier, but not me, as I was rather pissed that he ignored me and continue sitting on his shaggy mare staring straight ahead. The mare was laboring under the heavy weight of the ogre, who I estimate to be the weight of 2 rocks quarried from the interior of Singhar.

Undeterred by his boorish attitude, I once again demanded the password and he finally gave it to me grudgingly. Once allowed through, he disappeared into the depths of the base, no doubt to do whatever an ogre's calling is. Why did I not do more, you asked. If it were up to me the ogre would have been staked through and put up along the road to Mt GB as a warning to others who show contempt to the men of my division. Alas, I'm but a small conscript without the power nor the ability to do so.