Conrad glanced around him as he strode down the hall, his emerald eyes studying the architecture around him. He bore no armor nor helmet, but instead wore simple garments and had his dirty blonde hair cut short. A short sword stayed inside its sheath hooked to his belt on his left side. Conrad could also feel his silver necklace silently bouncing against the skin on his chest. The necklace held special meaning to many, the symbol on it showing that was he a member of the Guardians. The Guardians were the elite, the ones talked of in the stories. Of course, Conrad was still an apprentice in the order since he was still just barely under the age of adulthood. Under normal circumstances he'd be training, but since the neighboring nation Torus had declared war on their nation Valor he was needed to put his training to use. Being inside a besieged city was a bit different than what he expected. As none of the gates had been breached yet it was almost a waiting game, but Conrad figured an assault would come soon. The Torus nation wouldn't wait for much longer. Hopefully, they'd be able to hold off any attacks until a friendly army could come by, but they hadn't had much word for days now.