Outskirt Of Kandor
The tent was one of the larger ones from the Dark Lord's camp, commandeered after the battle. Someone had found actual chairs somewhere—probably dragged from the city—and they'd arranged them in a rough circle. A small table held bread, cheese, and some kind of dried meat that nobody had touched yet.
Adam sat sprawled in the largest chair, his legs stretched out, looking like he owned the place. Alex occupied the chair to his right, arms crossed, watching Merlin with an expression that was difficult to read. Rebecca had positioned herself near the entrance, close to Elizabeth, who sat beside her looking equal parts relieved and annoyed.
Merlin sat across from them, Morgana standing behind him like a nervous shadow. He'd been quiet since they entered, his eyes moving between each of them, cataloging, assessing.
