Routine

Over the wall there were so many, and so few. There was a sin called conscience in this village. Not many were aware and neither did they care.
killed for accidently building the wall too high at the left side from the road. Every black sheep slaughtered and every white one admired.
No adventure was known and no adventurers except for me. The fall off of the wall was quick and i don't recall much more from that day.
Now i am thinking properly and nothing except routine has caught my interest since then.