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He treks along a lonely path, back and forth, an endless pace, slow and lumbering. His mind never wanders for a moment, never a stray flicker of a thought besides this - none shall pass. No man or woman, no bird nor beast, this alone is his testament. Twenty paces north, check, click heels, turn, twenty paces south, check, click heels, turn, on and on he goes, an automaton, but no mere machine is this, but a living, breathing weapon of unspeakable power, and a thirst, oh how he thirsts for the slightest hint of intrusion. At his feet lie the broken bones and shattered swords of many a lost fool who dared challenge his preeminence, and none have fled to tell the tale of his exploits in battle. Here alone like the tokens of his prowess, his unmatched commitment to fulfilling his sole, lonely task in this whole wide world.
Protect this gate at all costs, and do not fail, or your wife and child will perish in the dragon's flames. Sterner words could not compel him, and for their sake he cannot, he will not, falter in the slightest. Not now, not ever.