The canvas walls of the main command tent blocked out the cool evening wind, but the air inside was thick and hot. A large wooden table stood in the center of the space. On top of the table was a massive map of the Kingdom of Daril. Small wooden blocks of different colors were placed along the borders, representing the positions of the army.
Damon stood at the head of the table. Four of his top generals stood around the table. They wore their armor, and their faces were tense. They had been waiting for the General to return from his meeting at the royal palace.
Damon placed his hands flat on the edge of the table. He looked at each of his men.
"I have just returned from the palace," Damon began. His deep voice was calm, but it carried a heavy weight. "The King summoned us because there is a severe threat to our kingdom."
The generals shifted their weight, their armor making soft metallic sounds. One of them, an older man with a gray beard, leaned forward.
