The combe town watch

The smell of burned wax filled the room of the Watch House in Combe. It was so persistent, as if someone would have set fire to the whole Archive Stair quarters in Bree. Sergeant-at-Arms Saphrax wiped off a tear and stood up, cursing in both two languages that he knew. He turned around to see one of the clerks lighting another candle in his corner.

"Oi, kid! Put that out or crack the bloody door open, damn yer eyes!" shouted Saphrax, taking a menacing step forward. That always worked with youngsters, he thought.

Kamoba walked the streets of Combe the wet mud under his feet squishing as he walked from the previous nights rain, he looked around his eyes bloodshot and tired with bags under them, clearly he was struggling to get some sleep, as he approached the guard house he was hailed by a messenger who have him a parchment with the captains seal on it, he read the letter and frowned, more regulations to stop them preventing crime...

**Amongst all of the letters, reports and other pieces of paper in Kamoba's satchel are two letters.**

*Kamoba stood at the map table in his full uniform, his back straight shoulders back and eyes front as he allways stood when in front of his superiors since he joined the watch. He was reporting of the reason why one of his fellows was not on duty, Brend had suffered a hit to the jaw and it dislocated, Kamoba used his initiative to give him time off and was worried how Saphrax would take the news.