In a large tent, filled with all sorts of necessities and unnecessities, sat a strongly built man with his legs perched on top of his other thigh.
Various people stood guard around him, spears at the ready. One could tell he was quite an important figure.
The man leaned his elbow on the wooden desk before him, softly tugging on his short beard while looking at a large picture of a map that lay before him. There were many small objects on the map, meant to represent the many different armies and legions that were fighting for and against them.
The end of the war was but a single battle away and he could see it. The next attack was going to take the enemy by surprise. There was no doubt about it.
The flaps of the tent opened, letting in cold air and a smell of fresh mud along with it. A man entered the tent and made his way to the desk.
The many men who stood around the tent immediately saluted as the new man entered.
