Chapter 508 - Command center

The man who had presented Ludwig to the commander stepped out of the tent with a brisk military salute and the muffled clank of his boots on canvas. The flap fell back into place behind him with that soft slap that cut the tent's interior from the outside world; instantly the din of the camp, hammers, shouted orders, the creak of wagons, was reduced to a distant hum. Inside, only the rasp of parchment and the faint crackle of a guttering lamp kept the space from feeling completely still.