Night’s Vigil

With dinner finished and the camp settling into a steady rhythm, Luke and Ilyrana made their way toward their designated tent for the night. The chill of the evening air set in, but the flickering campfires scattered across the area kept the worst of the cold at bay. The sounds of shifting armour, low murmurs between soldiers, and the occasional crackle of burning wood blended into the background as Luke stretched his arms, anticipating the warmth of sleep.

Just as they were about to enter, a voice called out behind them.

"Luke. Ilyrana."

Luke turned to find Ethan approaching, the soldier giving them a casual nod. He didn't seem to have anything urgent to say, which was already a good sign.

"Just wanted to let you both know," Ethan said, crossing his arms. "You can sleep easy tonight. We've got the night rotations sorted out, so you won't have to worry about a thing. There'll always be someone keeping watch."