Sentry

Sentry stood motionless at his post, gazing out over Deadman's Trench with his glowing orange eyes. The canyon winds as far as the eye can see, shadows gathering in its depths as the sun sinks lower in the sky. Another long night of vigilance stretched before him, but it was his duty and his purpose. He hummed softly to himself, a tune he had repeated every evening for a couple of weeks, the familiar notes echoing off the stone walls around him as the words repeated in his head, painting images of a forgotten hero's story. It was a tavern song Sentry had picked up during a long night of 'Bar crawls' like the men of the Rime Watch liked to call it.

In the shadows of Maradeton, where heroes' legends start,
A grim warrior stood, with vengeance in his heart.
He faced the Remorhaz, its icy breath he tamed,
Beholders met their end, as his prowess gained acclaim.

It was an entertaining thing to do while guarding the post alone although the solitude did not bother him as it might others. He was built for this role of watchman, to stand guard while others found rest. Still, company was sometimes welcomed, if only for a change of pace. And perhaps tonight would bring something unexpected

Across the lands he traveled, with a heart so cold and bold,
Defeating beasts and monsters, his story never...

A faint noise drew Sentry's attention, the crunch of boots on the thick snow that blanketed everything consistently. He turned to see a lone figure emerging from the path below, making their way up the slope toward his post. Curious, he waited silently to get a better look at the newcomer as they approached. A traveler out late, or something else? His hands hovered near the sword at his side, ready if needed but not as a threat, just as a precaution.

"Greetings," He rumbles once the figure is near, the deep, mechanical echo of his voice carrying out from his protected cavern. "What brings you to this place at this hour, friend? Please state your purpose."

Orange eyes scanned the person in front of him for any injuries, strange behaviors, or prohibited faces that weren't allowed to cross through his post. Sentry had the images of bandits, raiders, and other wanted criminals saved in his mind so it wouldn't be easy for them to get passed him.