448 A Hail of Bullets 6yr

Translator: Transn, MehEditor: Meh, Transn

"My lord, the dock area in the west city seems strange," reported a guard who was in charge of sealing off the street. "I've heard strange noises coming from there and sent two platoons to investigate but none of them came back."
"What?" Jacques Medde said with a frown, "You must have misheard it."
"No, it's clear, like the sounds of heavy, rapid breathing. Wheeze, wheeze..." the guard said, imitating the sounds.
"Maybe it's the snoring sounds of a tramp?"
"My lord, in this weather, anyone sleeping outside will be frozen to death," the guard insisted, "and nobody can snore that loudly. It must be a giant almost as tall as the city wall if they're really snoring sounds."
The Earl stared at him for a good long while and then turned away, shouting, "Knight Dowcan!"
"My lord, what can I do for you?" a knight wearing the badge of the Maple Family on his chest responded, striding toward the Earl.
"Summon your platoon and follow my guard to investigate the dock in the city." Jacques pa