They were led into the camp shortly after. Unlike the palace or the fortified estates of Haven, this place was rough, practical, and stripped of comfort.
The buildings were temporary structures of wood and stone, the tents thick and weatherproof, the paths muddy in places despite the paved centre road. Torches and mana lamps were already being lit as dusk deepened, their light flickering against armour, spears, and the tired faces of soldiers preparing for the long night ahead.
Elion was given a small room in one of the sturdier wooden buildings near the command tent. It had a bed, a table, a chair, and not much else. Compared to the palace guest room, it was pitiful; however, at the same time, compared to the battlefield, it was luxurious. He didn't complain.
