Kaeso strode down the path towards the central command tent, his boots crushing the scattered leaves and twigs littering the ground. The autumn air carried a crisp chill that pruned his exposed skin to gooseflesh. He tugged his cloak tighter against the breeze, his mind already focused on the meeting that awaited him.
Kaeso knew the situation along the eastern borderlands remained tenuous, with the enemy kingdom of Daikirmore continuing to apply pressure through probing raids and skirmishes. Perhaps there had been a new development or escalation requiring their strategies to be adjusted.
He was to meet Drasus and two other officials here in this camp. The sound of rustling branches and distant shouts grew louder as he approached the meeting point.
As he neared the tent, Kaeso could make out the dulled rumble of voices from within, echoing with the weighty cadence of an official military gathering.
