The Luxurious Tents

Royal guards, their armor gleaming even in the muted light of the overcast sky, escorted Alaric, his mother Lyra, and his aunt Cassandra through the bustling encampment. The sheer scale of the human mobilization became even more apparent as they navigated the organized chaos of tents, supply depots, and training grounds. The inner region of the encampment, where they were being led, was noticeably quieter, more spacious, and decidedly more… comfortable.

"Well, Alaric," Lyra commented, her blue eyes scanning the large, canvas tents that dotted the area, each significantly larger and more robust than the standard military issue. "These are quite the accommodations. A far cry from those threadbare things we used to get during our little stint with the Royal Army, remember, sister?"