The Duty of A LancerThe Lancer wasn't perfect, but he took pride in doing a Lancer's duty.He had not chosen to be a Lancer so much as it had chosen him. He found that he could not resist the desire to spend his days watching over and serving The Waiting City, that great bastion of human life that reached the boundary of the thread of desert known as The Wasteland. The Waiting City was a place of culture. The Waiting City was a place of art, and music, and dance. The Waiting City was a strong fortress, with enormous walls and strong gates - yet people passed through those gates freely while the sun traversed the arc of the sky.The Waiting City was the home of