The inside of the General's private command tent was very quiet and surprisingly cool. The white canvas walls blocked out the harsh heat of the sun.
Camilla sat completely alone in the quiet space. Damon had told her to stay in the tent and make herself comfortable. Camilla did exactly that. She looked around the simple room. There were no soft velvet sofas or crystal lamps here. There was only a narrow sleeping cot in the corner, a large wooden chest for armor, and a massive oak desk sitting directly in the center of the tent.
Camilla walked over to the large desk. The desk was completely covered with neat, organized stacks of thick paper, rolled-up maps, and small bottles of black ink.
She picked up a large book bound in dark brown leather. She opened the thick cover and looked at the pages.
