Usually, the General returned to the mansion late in the evening to sleep on his floor pillow.
Murry's pleasant smile faded away completely. A deep look of sadness and worry completely covered his wrinkled face. He let out a very long, very heavy sigh.
Murry replied, his voice dropping into a quiet, serious tone.
"We received word a few hours ago that the general is extremely busy," Murry explained sadly. "He will not be returning to the mansion tonight. He is staying at the command tent."
Camilla frowned slightly. She remembered the shady military man, General Howe, who had arrived at the camp just as she was leaving.
"What is he doing?" Camilla asked.
"He is fighting for the valley General Howe took from him," Murry explained, confirming her suspicions. Murry shook his head slowly. "But it doesn't seem to be going smoothly at all. The situation is incredibly tense."
Murry looked down at Camilla's half-eaten plate of roasted chicken.
