"Fun", huh? Elham hated to think what the overlord's idea of "fun" was. Whatever it takes to keep the people's spirits up.<br/><br/>This armor was heavier than he remembered, but maybe he remembered wrong, since he only wore it once in a blue moon. This really wasn't his kind of job. The bitter cold nipped at his face even through the ceremonial outfit he was made to wear for the occasion, and he had to stand stiff as a board. His back itched, his helmet was lopsided, his boots were too tight, the vest was too big...put simply, Elham was miserable. He longed to go about his normal duties, but they were short of guard men today. He understood the importance of the job, but his nose was running to much to care. He still had to look as if he cared, though. Snap back into focus.<br/><br/>The crowd had begun to mutter after Conan had announced the new work hours and the food. It was times like this he appreciated his duty and his privileges as a soldier, just...not all the time. The air was charged over the crowd today. They seemed understandably angry, displeased with their ruler.<br/><br/>Hey, but at least some of them will get to have "fun", right?