[IC] A Stolen Land

[Vidar the Red]

Andra finally speaks up. "Three. Two on the walls, one below. If the watchers see something interesting, they can signal the one below, who can then wake up everyone else."

Vidar thinks about this, to the point of using his fingers to do the math. There are two plus the five of them plus Happs, and he almost forgot about Scarf.  That makes nine.  A good rest is about eight hours but it's been a long day today.  Two hour shifts, three guards each shift, that makes twelve. Vidar's veins began to pulse on the sides of his temples. Two guards each shift makes eight. His uncle taught him about wizards, how they needed rest. Two wizards, that makes seven now. What would Scarf do without his master? His head began to throb and ache. Valdi wants morning shift.  The wizards should stand guard like the rest of them.  They can take first or last shift.  Happs can't be trusted, I will take shift with him. Vidar rubs his head to ease the pain. I'm done with this.

"Let us hold up in one room.  If there is trouble we will all be together and well rested.  I should have set their heads on spikes at the gate." He laments.