Serena's dwelling was as different from the other leaders as Boson's was, but in a completely different way.
Her tent was made up of a light gray fabric that brought to mind the web of an enormous spider. Outside her tent was a small cook fire, over which a pot hung, and a few cloth and wood seats had been placed and a few of Serena's archers sat around the fire, with the odd gray cat that was always following Serena winding its way between their feet.
The archers looked up to see who was approaching, and all immediately stood to attention and saluted.
"Grand Marshal, Sir!" They all echoed, before filing off to their own tents, they knew it would be rude to be in earshot of a conversation between commanding officers.
"Grand Marshal." Serena said coolly as she emerged from the tent, the hood of her cloak was down, a rare sight, and her raven black hair hung in a loose braid down her back.
