The Meeting at Dawn

As night waned, the first light of dawn began to stretch its fingers over the horizon, casting a soft amber glow across the landscape. The camp was alive with the sound of rustling gear and the clinking of metal as soldiers prepared for the day's crucial gathering with Lysandra and her forces. James moved through the busy camp, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety swirling within him.

He approached Elira, who stood organizing their supplies with the brisk precision that characterized her. "Do you think they'll show?" he asked, leaning against a nearby tent post.

"They will," she replied, a firm edge to her voice. "They know how important this is for all of us. If they hope to gain our trust, they can't afford to let this opportunity slip away."