Barak lay outside, snoring. He was the only soldier outside of his tent that night, aside from the sentries. For most soldiers, it was much too cold to sleep outside, but Barak liked to look at the stars. It reminded him how small he really was, kept him humble. His father had taught him that, years prior.
Besides, he liked to be ready. His horse was tethered nearby, and his weapons lay beside him. A quiet footstep beside Barak's head woke him. Before he could look up towards the man's face he recognized Lieutenant Kahir's boot. Barak waited til Kahir moved on before twisting in his blankets to regard the man. Uther Kahir seemed to be wandering aimlessly, pausing every few steps. Normally, Barak could read man's faces, but his face was blank. An odd one, that.
Barak dismissed the scene and closed his eyes. Looking up at the stars, he fell asleep thinking of his wife and children, and how long before he could return to them.
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