Season of Spring, Day 67, AV 153
Jantys adjusted his shoulder paldron for the fifteenth time, grumbling very quietly under his breath. No matter how many times he wore the armor, or how long he wore it, the petching thing was always uncomfortable. Of course, Jantys just barely fit properly in the armor as it was, so that was probably part of it, but it didn't stop him from cursing the armor, its maker, the Knights, and everything under the sun for the mild irritation it was giving his shoulder.
All that was done quietly, however. He was on duty, which actually meant something apparently, and he had a partner this time. This was Jantys' first patrol, although it didn't sound too hard; walk around and make sure there isn't any trouble. He just wished he had a slacker as his patrolman partner; then there would be no chance of actually finding any trouble worth investigating.
Sighing a little, his gaze wanders over the bazaar stalls and the crowds, looking for anything unusual to ignore and promptly forget about. He tried imitating an imposing stance he had seen a knight use, with a hand on his handle and eyes all squinted, but he felt a bit foolish like that, not that that wasn't a common occurance. He leans over a bit to say something to his partner over the loud marketplace. "See anything yet?"