Khamûl sighed. Where were the rangers that patrolled this area? Who would cower in fear before him if the lands were deserted? He shook his head, dejected. The good times were no longer. Even his favorite brothel in Minas Tirith was no longer. Not that he could enjoy its services since he had gotten the promotion and left the ranks of the living, point is – this life was getting boring. His journeys were utterly uneventful.
Suddenly, three men jumped out at him from behind rocks. They stood still for a moment then one said,
"Oh. Sorry. We thought you were someone else."
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A/N: Thanks to my beta, Silvae
Terry Pratchett's fans might recognize his influence on this drabble (Discworld series, "Guards! Guards!").
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