Guard duty was boring.
Maka was taking her third shift in a row as the merchant caravan's "hired muscle" and it wasn't the lack of sleep that had her yawning but the sheer boredom. Gods, she almost wished someone would try to pull a quick heist, or maybe a group of slavers would attack.
At least she would have something to do.
Yawning again, she leaned back against the covered wagon she was guarding, twirling her staff idly in one hand while her eyes swept over the darkened plains. So far the most dangerous thing she'd dealt with on this job was a pride of hunting cats, and all it took to scare them off was some shouting and torch waving.
She glanced over her shoulder, wondering- not for the first time- just what was so damned important that her employer felt the need to hire a mercenary to guard it on the way to Essyrn. But she'd been told that information was strictly "need to know". She wrinkled her nose, planting one end of her staff into the ground with a soft thud.
I could just take a quick peek, she mused to herself. No one would know the difference.... Then she sighed and put the idea from her mind. With her luck, somehow she'd be caught, and fired. And gods knew she couldn't afford to lose this job, she needed the money.
So she settled back with a sigh, preparing for another long night of boredom.
