After a few minutes of walking, Seth and Seung had left the red tents and moved over to the edge of the camp, a random location that any tactician would ignore.
At this place, Seth was shown a big yellow tent, one which also drew no attention considering the similar tents which surrounded it.
"Commander Zuroc will see you now," Seung said, his hands stretching out and pointing towards the flap of the yellow tent.
With a nod, Seth took his eyes off the random lines which adorned the walls of the tent, pushed aside the flaps of the tent, and walked in.
The first thing to hit Seth's senses was the burning smell of what he pegged to be incensed.
It carried that distinctive smell of smoke, yet within that smell was less irritable and more of a radical smell, making itself known and overpowering the smell of the smoke.
His nose having acknowledged the strong smell, the next sense to pick up on information was Seth's eyes.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!