The night finally rolled in, casting long shadows over the commercial sector of Camp Five.
Most of the merchants had already closed their stalls and retreated to their canvas tents for the evening to count their daily earnings.
Maya slipped through the narrow alleyways behind the main dirt road, making sure no military patrols were walking by before she carefully ducked under the flap of Julien's back tent.
She stepped inside the space and immediately noticed him standing completely still in the far corner.
He was just staring blankly at the canvas wall, his shoulders totally relaxed and his hands resting casually at his sides like he was stuck in a trance.
"What are you doing over there?" Maya asked quietly, dropping her dark hood back to look around the messy supply room.
The figure said not a word. It did not even turn its head to acknowledge her presence or answer the simple question.
