While most of the outpost's occupants went to sleep for a new rise to the morning, the defence of course was not lessened. No less than fifteen kept watch, the outside-range of a hundred paces from the walls illuminated by torches to allow the guards to spot an enemy even in the dark, while one man was always staying near the bell, situated in the gatehouse, to ring for alert, the crossbows of all others always loaded and ready to be fired under special orders of the commander.<br/><br/>Though certainly no one truly believed that an attack capable of taking their miniature fortress would occur any time soon, they were determined to leave nothing to chance.<br/><br/>Jim, stout though otherwise unremarkable, though in itself strangely quite remarkable under Hellguards, had taken to get himself a refreshment from the well, as always when he had been ordered for the nightwatch. Lifting a bucket filled with cold water from the fountain, staring up with reverence at the memorial, it took him some time to hear the sound of scratches, the like one would expect of animalistic claws dragging on stone, together with the noise of water splashing.<br/><br/>The well?<br/><br/>Hesitating for a moment in thought, he soon let go of the bucket, grabbed his crossbow and immediately backed away.<br/>Too late.<br/><br/>A massive, clawed hand shot out of the fountain, grabbed him by the head and brutally dragged him in, the disgusting sounds of flesh tearing and bones breaking following, growing ever fainter.<br/>No sounds of objects hitting on water intoned.