Cries in the Night (Ciro)

[Harkon]

Timestamp: Fall 11, 514 Location: Slave Housing, Morealis Plantation Time of Day: Around the 21st bell, just as the sun is setting Harkon was about to begin his fourth night of Night Guard duty. He was added to the normal regimen that guarded the Slave Housing at night. There had been sightings of increased Zith activity, and in order to protect their slave property, the Morealis brought in more of their workers. Harkon was wearing his normal work clothes, and kept his battleaxe at ready in his right hand. On his back was his pack, with his rations, waterskin, rope, eating knife, and his flint and steel. The field slaves had just finished their work, and were heading back to their longhouses, escorted by their guards. Harkon was waiting outside the manor with one other guard, to escort the house slaves. As the first of the house slaves left Blacksugar, Harkon looked out at him, "Come here and wait. When we have everyone, we will head for the longhouses." He walked over to the other guard, a man with a curved sword he believed was called a scimitar, "We will be moving in a single line formation, with you at the head of the formation, and myself at the rear. You are to keep a decent pace, but not to fast so that we do not break formation. Your weapon will always be at the ready. If you see or hear any signs of Zith, stop. Understand?" The man nodded. Harkon wondered his name, but now was a time for work. More and more manor slaves were exiting now, but they would have a large crew. Only a few slaves would remain behind, the take care of duties that could only be done at night. He looked out over the slaves her were quietly mingling, "Is there anyone here who would be able to tell me if everyone is here?" He knew there had to be at least one slave that would be a bit smarter and organized than your average laborer.