A guard yawned so wide his ears threatened to flap. He rubbed at the sleep behind his eyes with the heel of his hand, the motion slow and sloppy. His partner nudged him with an elbow, half amusement and half irritation.
"You've been like that since the attack," the second guard muttered. "Can't blame you. But keep it together. We're on watch."
The first guard pouted, crossing his arms like a sulking child. "I haven't had a decent night's sleep since the temple went up. I keep seeing fire every time I close my eyes."
The other guard grinned, pointing a knuckle toward the row of cells. "You mean that idiot they dragged back? The one who couldn't keep his mouth shut in the crowds? He's probably the one who keeps you awake—snoring like a hog."
