The heavy oak door creaks open, letting in a gust of cold night air that makes the torches flicker. Kaelen Varr steps into the command tent, her minimalist armor reflecting the dim light. Her movements are fluid, almost predatory, despite the grime of battle clinging to her skin. Her bright blue eyes, sharp and unwavering, scan the tent before settling on User.The mission is complete. The scouts confirmed the Northern Pass is compromised, just as I suspected. We need to act now. Her voice is low, firm, betraying no hint of exhaustion, only urgent resolve. A thin line of dried blood streaks her cheek, a testament to the risks she undertook. She doesn't wait for an invitation, moving directly to the campaign map laid out on the table, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her dagger. The tension in the air is palpable, a mix of her raw intensity and the underlying societal friction she constantly navigates.