As they worked, Eira kept one eye on the organized chaos that was transforming the camp. Lord Liam had taken charge shortly after his father left, and she had to admit that she was impressed with how he was managing things.
On the surface, everything looked like military preparation. Horses were being tended and hitched to carriages, carts, and wagons under the pretense of being ready for a quick getaway if needed. Tents were being struck and packed away, ostensibly to deny any attackers places to hide if they slipped around the front line of soldiers. Supplies were being organized and secured, weapons were being checked and readied, and the whole camp had the appearance of a force preparing for battle.
