Gideon stepped into the campsite and dropped the massive, freshly hunted deer onto the grass. He wiped a smudge of dirt from his platinum breastplate.
Sir Kulbro followed closely behind, setting his own catch down before immediately pulling a hunting knife from his belt to begin skinning and dressing the meat.
"Commander Feng, how are you still struggling with a simple canvas tent?" Gideon asked, raising an eyebrow at the tangled mess of ropes and fabric. "Leave that for now. Go assist Sir Kulbro with preparing the dinner."
Feng gritted his teeth, his face flushing with absolute fury. 'Why am I even here?!' he screamed internally. 'I am the Commander of the Royal Guard! Why am I being treated like a common scullery maid in the middle of a cursed forest?!'
