A Confined Visit

If the cliffs above the Sending Sea drove off settlers in favor of lower strips friendlier to ships, that quality endeared them to Faithful Doiro who built his tower there, and staffed it, and hired guards, and never stepped outside again. He needed little, even the guards, for his treasures took their name from their value which was scholarly more than pecuniary.
As such, whatever Faithful Doiro stated to be their duties when he hired them, experience gave the guards these orders, that they were to resist boredom and loneliness as long as they could to bring home the money their boss paid with an open hand and heart set on other things. The current set, hired in the spring, alert in the summer, and close to catatonic in winter, perhaps on the wrong side of it already, had the jostling that comes to the unlucky only.
"An intruder!" Could it be? A figure had been spotted, not immediately recognized and therefore immediately pursued. A chase in the tower, where the hedges were low piles of books, the trees high piles, and the rocks resembled servants scrubbing the floor. A mild terrain, but too much for the guards. The intruder dodged Durfil, evaded Eweddo, and outwitted Omwen. Hard work for the guards, but it was not right that they should forget the servants picking up after them as they went.
Finally Gerel and Swoben caught up to the intruder in front of a window looking over the Sending Sea. Each took an arm and found their captive was indeed human, but that human stayed a captive for no great time. He pulled his arms in from the sleeves, leapt right out of his cloak, and leapt out the window.
"Survived it, you think?"
"I give it half either way. No chase, though. Secure the tower. That matters."
The guards acted according to their names all shift, and called it a success when the criminal stayed gone. They went to bed, for nothing within miles could keep them up, and that was when Swoben and Gerel both noticed small packages stuffed inside their pockets. "We miss you. Come home soon. Happy holidays!" the cards tied to them said, and on the other side, "This delivery courtesy of the Society of Moonlight Visitors."
Merry Christmas!