"Well, this is my stop. I've already let the bartender know it's on
my tab tonight." Sage turns to make for the walls. "Don't stay out
too late Old Man. You'll need your sleep for tomorrow's match."
Sage takes off, going back to where they started their patrol.
Sage reaches their post and slumps against the wall. It was late
now, and they should be back at their quarters. But they felt
they'd be needed here. Something just didn't feel right. It had
been quiet all day, but something in Sages gut felt off.