"Set up the tents!"
"The tables go here!"
"Food storage over there!"
"The medic's tent stays near the center!"
The camp erupted into motion the moment they arrived.
They had stopped just outside the lands of House Mirevale, the distant silhouette of the duke's manor visible past the rolling fields and scattered trees.
The air carried the scent of trampled grass, iron, and sweat as soldiers moved quickly to establish headquarters.
The three princes had already ridden ahead to meet with the Duke of Mirevale.
That left the captains to organize the camp.
Which meant tents, supply lines, defensive perimeters, and everything else an army might need before marching into a battlefield.
Ezra had already given his orders.
Guy and the others were setting up the Sunward Sentinels' tent while the rest of the men handled supplies and equipment.
That freed Ezra to deal with something else.
'Silas…'
Ezra exhaled slowly as he scanned the camp.
