Arran awoke before dawn, his thoughts occupied with the captain's manuscripts even as he opened his eyes.
He'd arrived in his new quarters the previous night, and had found them more than sufficient. Located at the very edge of the camp, the building he'd been given held an ample bedroom, a small but clean study, a well-stocked kitchen, and a spacious practice room.
He had found the captain's manuscripts on the small wooden desk in the study, and just the sight of them had caused his eyes to go wide with surprise.
The pile of books and manuals was well over a foot tall, comprising numerous different documents. Many of these, he suspected were written by the captain, but there were more than a few by other authors as well.
He'd gone through the manuscripts immediately after arriving, but he'd quickly learned that the writings were nothing like what he'd expected to find.
