[Crimson]

Two armed men (obviously) manned the entrance to the command tent. Upon approaching, the pair held up their hands and adjusted their spears into a reasonably aggressive fashion. When Theying gave his introduction, however, one of the spearmen volunteered to escrot him to the Captain. "In here", he said roughly.

The interior of the tent was bustling with men in uniforms of the Protectorat's blue and gold and other men who donned blue and silver. The fact that different uniforms meant different factions was obvious to Theying from the get-go: the silver-blues were treated like hostile guests with whom no one really wanted to speak to. There were also a larger number of men in the blue and gold uniforms, including the dark-haired man with a serious look that soon approached the Expert Herbalist.

"You are here to see me?", he asked flatly. The Captain was indeed as serious as his title and seemed to regard Theying as an unexpected and rather uninvited surprise. For the most part, he held himself a good three paces from the newcomer and seemed to eye him cautiously, if not suspiciously.