Damon turned his back on the dusty archery field. He left the sounds of the training soldiers behind him. His leather boots hit the dry ground with a steady, firm rhythm. Kade walked one step behind his right shoulder, keeping entirely quiet.
He walked toward the guest reception area. It was a large, open-sided canvas tent set up near the front gates of the military camp, specifically used for meeting visiting officials so they would not see the inner workings of the Benson army.
As Damon walked, his mind rapidly analyzed the situation. He needed a reason for this sudden visit. General Howe was not a friend. He was a highly ambitious, deeply cunning rival commander who controlled the army in the neighboring eastern territory.
Damon thought to himself, his internal voice highly critical and sharp. "Why is Howe here today? He never leaves his own camp unless he wants to steal something. He is like a vulture waiting for a wounded animal to die."
