Bab 66: Wretched Sparks - Part 4

They only stayed around the fire for an hour or so more. Despite the camp being full of people, Cele had only Rudolf and Kaifin to accompany him, considering they were the only fools that didn’t speak Burkean. Rudolf seemed to understand it well enough, but he threw the other two a bone, and dared not to abandon them. Whether out of pity or not, the general was thankful.

The pitch of the sky beyond the camp had begun to lighten into a depressing gray when they were finally escorted to a small tent that the three were meant to share to sleep. It was a tight squeeze inside - the width of the tent was barely larger than the width of the three men’s shoulders when pressed side to side, which didn’t bode well for restful sleep - but it was warm, and that was really all Cele could ask for. The material shielding them was rough canvas lined with fur, and it held heat tremendously well - so much so that Cele had to shed some layers to get comfortable.