Aren was beginning to regret his decision to become a guard. He had spent the better part of the morning standing beside workers repairing a section of the eastern wall, making sure nobody interfered with the construction or wandered off with the equipment. Three hours had passed without anything happening that required his attention, and he was beginning to suspect that was precisely what Timur expected from the assignment.
Being paid to watch other people work had sounded tolerable when Marek explained it. Actually standing there while two laborers argued over the placement of a wooden support was proving considerably less pleasant.
"If that old bastard gives me another assignment like this, I'm going to lose my mind. I could rebuild this entire section myself in less than a minute, and instead I'm supposed to stand here while they decide which end of a beam belongs on the ground."
