The short amount of time that he'd already given himself before tending to his real duties was already pushing it, and with a degree of reluctance, and a certain difference in his eyes, he made his way back to camp.
He found even his vision to be changed by his want. He looked at each man as if they might hold the key, and at each horse. He saw profundity in all their actions, and he tried to add it to what he already knew, searching for ideas there that could evolve what had become stagnant.
He saw a man stretch his hand out to the side, balancing as he stooped to pick up a fallen package. He noted how the arm gave him extra balance – as mundane as it was – and he wondered if there were more extreme balance points that he could breach in combat by paying attention to such things. He wondered if it might give him access to new angles of attack, should he choose to pursue it.
