You head out.

As you leave the tent you see that the encampment is a hive of activity. Troops and servants are rushing back and forth, moving supplies, taking inventory, and a plethora of other menial tasks to get the camp ready to move. Further off you see the secondary encampment, where the camp followers and local peasants are also preparing to leave with wagons full of their worldly possessions, and a small handful of livestock have been penned off with rope near to the tents.

You spot the nearby cooking fire, where a few men are being served the morning stew by an older, portly soldier with a bushy, curled ginger moustache. You make your way over to the campfire, and the soldier greets you jovially.

"Lady Lyrhart! A pleasure!" he beckons you towards the bubbling pot suspended over the fire, "Come, eat! Some of the men caught a nice doe last night so I've added some venison to the stew!" he urges you and wafts the smell of the stew towards you, which you must admit, does smell delicious. You reach towards him taking the bowl he offers you, and give him a bright smile.

"Thank you-" you pause to remember his name "-Lyndon? Lyndon Miller was it?" you must have remembered correctly, as his eyes brighten up and his great smile somehow gets even larger.

"Aye, m' lady, that it is, and it is refreshing to see one of gentle birth take enough care to remember a lowly soldiers name!" he beams at you, before turning his attention to another soldier who has come for his portion of food.

As you get another waft of the stew in your hands your stomach growls, and you realise just how hungry you are, so you find a seat by the fire and dig into the stew.

You finish your stew quickly, although you take care to eat as a proper lady should, you might be at a military camp, but that does not excuse you from being dignified, and place the empty bowl and spoon next to the fire. You thank Lyndon before getting up and looking around, unsure what to do next. However, before you have a chance to start looking for Javeth you hear a commotion on the west side of the encampment, and head off that way.