Bab 64: Warmth.

As Aric's laughter died down, he was interrupted by a soldier calling from outside the tent. 

"General," the man spoke with slight urgency, his breath visible in the cold night air. "Commander Yrsa has summoned you."

Aric stood, composing himself. "I'll be there shortly."

Pulling on his cloak over his nightware, he stepped outside into the biting wind. 

The moon was rather low in the sky, painting a faint, silver glow over the camp. 

Fires flickered in the distance, and the sounds of soldiers resting as they prepared for a long march filled the otherwise quiet night. Aric made his way across the camp, the cold gnawing at his skin, without his armor on, the cold seemed to penetrate far much easier.

Upon reaching Yrsa's tent, he stood at the entrance for a moment before calling out, "Commander, may I enter?"

A smooth voice answered from within. "Come in, Aric."

He hesitated for a brief second. She had used his name, not his title.