Allen finished pulling on the simple yet sturdy clothes given to him. The rough-spun tunic felt scratchy against his skin and it was a far cry from the soft fabrics he was used to. But it was at least in one piece and offered better protection than the shredded remnants of his sweatshirt.
He walked back to the table with the heavy silence of the tent pressing in on him. Luna gestured to the empty chair between herself and Eunice and he took it, the simple wooden stool creaking slightly under his weight.
"Alright," he said, looking across the table at Lishia whose face was etched with weariness in the flickering lamplight.
"Explain the situation. What's exactly happening right now and what's the current state of things?" he asked, getting to the point straight away.
Lishia leaned over the map again with her finger tracing the edges of the massive and glassy crater that now dominated the center.
