chapter 48
Chapter 43: Southern Wasteland - Part 3
The harsh desert winds whipped around them as they set up their camp. The location Aira had scouted was a small oasis hidden amongst the dunes, providing both water and a degree of natural camouflage. Vaelrith supervised the setup, ensuring the camp was both defensible and concealed.
"Braxus, have the warriors set up a perimeter. We can't afford to be caught off guard," Vaelrith commanded.
Braxus nodded and began issuing orders to the troops. The Lizardmen, with their natural affinity for stealth, took positions in the surrounding dunes, while the Orcs and Minotaurs worked on constructing makeshift fortifications. The Centaurs, agile and strong, patrolled the area, their keen senses attuned to any signs of danger.
As the camp took shape, Vaelrith gathered his inner circle. Aira, Tarsius, and Braxus joined him around a small fire, the flickering flames casting long shadows in the fading light.