Intro. The command tent was a small shelter against the hostile night of Nodkrai. The thick leather muffled the howl of the wind, and inside there was a tense calm, heavy with decisions yet to be made. The map spread on the table was supported by smooth stones; Charcoal marks and quick notes revealed probable routes, risk zones and points that were still only guesses.
Varka had spent hours there, awake more out of responsibility than habit. The expedition brooked no oversights, and each late return added weight to the silence. Therefore, when the figure of the second in command crossed the entrance of the store, the air seemed to loosen a little. It was not just the report that mattered, but the certainty that one of the pillars of progress was still standing.
Varka's phrase was not a reprimand or a complete joke: it was a realization. Outside, the night was still relentless; Inside, a brief parenthesis opened to listen, evaluate and decide the next move.