The first rays of dawn painted the sky with hues of soft gold. Bain Lawrence roused from his slumber. He had a crucial meeting scheduled with King Nelson Naharog and the esteemed military officers of the kingdom.
Without further ado, Bain arose from his makeshift bedroll within the confines of his large tent. Although he was offered a room by the king in the palace, the chief of the army politely refuse. He is more comfortable sleeping inside his tent just like his soldiers.
As he stepped out into the cool morning air, he found himself surrounded by a serene stillness that enveloped the camp. The soldiers, exhausted from their arduous journey, slumbered peacefully in their tents, their fatigue-laden bodies seeking respite.
The usual clamour and bustle that defined the camp at dawn were notably absent. Bain's gaze swept across the rows of neatly aligned tents.
