As the night grew late, while Ashlynn and Nyrielle were discussing their plans for their future campaign against the Lothians, the hunter Eamon crouched in one corner of the common room he shared with the other soldiers, talking to one of his companions in hushed tones.
Their accommodations weren't bad by any definition of the word. The room was large enough for a dozen men and the soft beds were covered with fine wool blankets that warded off the chilly night air even when the fire in the hearth had burned low. Even more luxurious, heavy wool curtains hung between each of the beds, offering the men more privacy than they usually enjoyed in a common barracks.
"I know Daithi is trying to speak for us," a young hunter whispered to Eamon. "But we all followed Sir Kaefin, and you are the most senior hunter here. I just wanna say, I'll follow your orders, whatever they are."
