Hall of Infinite Doors
Sometime late in the day, a soldier finds you collapsed under a tree, sleeping. The work has drained you so completely that you could not lift that axe one more time.
Your sound sleep is interupted by a swift kick in the ribs. "Get up ye lazy bastard."
You sit up and look upon the most disgusting man you have ever seen. His face is all wrinkled, from the sun you suppose. A scar runs across his cheek and his neck. The chewing tobacco in his mouth has made his spit and his teeth brown. A bit of drool runs down his chin, and he grins nastily at you.
"I said get up, shit-for-brains." the man reaches down and pulls you roughly on your feet. "There's no time for soldiers like us to be picking daisies, now is there?" he smacks you in the back of the head. "Git to the barracks, will ye?" he points in the direction of the gate.
"But I've got to finish..." you begin.
"Sleeping? Shut yer mouth and git to the barracks!" as he shouts at you, bits of brown spittle fly into your face.
You decide to provoke the man no more and do as he says.
Your sound sleep is interupted by a swift kick in the ribs. "Get up ye lazy bastard."
You sit up and look upon the most disgusting man you have ever seen. His face is all wrinkled, from the sun you suppose. A scar runs across his cheek and his neck. The chewing tobacco in his mouth has made his spit and his teeth brown. A bit of drool runs down his chin, and he grins nastily at you.
"I said get up, shit-for-brains." the man reaches down and pulls you roughly on your feet. "There's no time for soldiers like us to be picking daisies, now is there?" he smacks you in the back of the head. "Git to the barracks, will ye?" he points in the direction of the gate.
"But I've got to finish..." you begin.
"Sleeping? Shut yer mouth and git to the barracks!" as he shouts at you, bits of brown spittle fly into your face.
You decide to provoke the man no more and do as he says.