Chapter 73: Meeting The Brothers
The soldier, Damiel, led Lara and Aramis through the rugged encampment, finally endorsing them to the man in charge of Westside Camp. The camp was far from luxurious—small tents, barely reaching Lara’s waist, were scattered around, each only large enough to shelter two soldiers. The air smelled of damp earth and burning wood, the sounds of distant chatter and clinking of blades filling the space.
At the heart of the encampment stood a large tent, likely used for strategy meetings. Besides, it was another, slightly smaller, place where the Norse brothers and two lieutenants resided.
Lara quickly dubbed it the secondary command center. The true command center was where the twelve generals had convened the day before
Lara chose a spot near the Norse brothers’ tent to pitch her own, hammering stakes into the ground. Aramis watched, his gaze lingering with undisguised envy.
"Can I ..."
"No!" Armis had not finished his question yet when Lara resolutely denied his unspoken request.
His shoulders slumped, but before he could voice his disappointment, she tossed him a rectangular piece of cloth. He could make it into a makeshift tent or, at worst, a thin blanket against the biting night air.
Aramis caught it with a sigh before turning to her. "Kane, are we heading back to Mount Ourea in the morning?"
Lara hesitated. His duty was to protect Alaric. If he remained here, his responsibility would pull him back.
"You can leave if you wish," she said. "I still have unfinished business."
One of those tasks was delivering the second letter to General Odin—something she had failed to do earlier. She would have to find another opportunity.