At dawn.
The usual routine. Get up. Mook a little at Mel (only Mel wasn't very Mooky today; damn woman's moon) and then go out to make sure the fires get relit. Oh, will he be happy when Harper's powering the apartment work, so he doesn't have to go about the building for fire, and then... out to the wall and light all the torches there.
He stop at the gate once the vigil flames are lit, looking at the gray sky with narrowed eyes before he paces the wall a little, pondering the drills. He won't do one this early in the morning.
Not yet, anyway.
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He stop at the gate once the vigil flames are lit, looking at the gray sky with narrowed eyes before he paces the wall a little, pondering the drills. He won't do one this early in the morning.
Not yet, anyway.
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