Ranger walked to the Guardhouse slowly, his face stonier than usual. He still wore his guard uniform, save that the insignia had been removed. Walking past the duty desk he made his way to his office for the lst time. It did not take long to get his personal affects out, he didn't even bother with the paperwork, let the next idiot to tae up the task sort it out, it was no longer his concern. He did take time on a whim to do something, feeling he had earned to at least be remembered, pulling his chair over he used a small knife to carve his name in a support beam on the ceiling in small net letters, as well as the dates of service. This being done he made his way out of the Guardhouse, wishing the Guards the best of luck, but no longer caring if the fate of the city was good or bad.