Furyk stalked the tops of the walls around the castle just after sunset. It was in his nature to make rounds after he woke and before he went to bed. He not only wanted to catch any slumbering guards, he also didn't ask men to do things that he wouldn't do. That was one thing he had learned about being in command, you had better be ready and willing to do dirty work yourself. It not only made sure that the job got done, it also helped morale. Resting his left palm on the pommel of his sword he continued along the top of the wall until he came to a door guarded by a lycan. Giving the large man a nod Furyk went into the door and headed down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs he turned and went down the hallway heading towards his office.<br/><br/>Once in his office he left the door cracked so that people would know he was in. Going to his chair, which had the left arm removed to accommodate his sword, he sat down. Looking at the stack of papers on his desk he sighed in resignation. Gods how he hated paperwork. Gritting his teeth he took the top piece of paper and began his daily check of the reports coming in from around the countryside. He may just be head of the Royal Guard and not a general of the kingdom's armies, but trouble in the countryside could mean trouble coming here and he wouldn't let that happen.