In the cold morning wind, Renato began his first day as a Constable.
At the Security Department's morning briefing, the director stressed several areas that needed heightened security and ordered additional guards deployed to ensure the citizens' safety.
But those locations were all in the heart of the inner city, already teeming with private guards. What good would a few more City Guards do?
Still, orders were orders. Renato dispatched every guard under his command to those areas and rejected all requests for leave.
During the process, several guards tried slipping him money, hinting that they would prefer to remain on duty at headquarters.
Renato refused with righteous indignation.
Seriously, who were they trying to fob off with a few coppers?
Unlike the outer city, patrolling and standing guard in the inner city was a miserable assignment. If a guard performed poorly and offended some important person, the mildest consequence was a scolding or punishment; at worst, they would be suspended without pay.
Renato leafed through the night patrol's duty reports, then closed them helplessly after only a few pages.
Nearly a month's worth of reports consisted of tavern brawls and fire alarms at the same locations. Even the complainants' names had not changed. Their fabrications were far too slapdash.
The equipment requisition forms were an even worse mess. They actually included requests dated next year, forcing him to check several times, wondering whether he had the date wrong.
Though everything before him was a shambles desperately in need of reform, being a Constable did have its benefits.
After silently grumbling, Renato raised his hand and admired the faintly glowing ring on his finger with satisfaction.
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Ring of Protection: This ring consists of a smooth band of mithral, with an amethyst set seamlessly into its face. It weighs