Camouflage

Narrigil, Present Time

The Mer had closed in on the little town from the coastal side. Narrigil and the Van Helsings there had to know that an army was approaching – the sheer size of the Mer force made it impossible not to know, however, unlike on the other side of the river, there was little sign of devastation and destruction.

The army was taking advantage of the wait in order to rest, repair, and eat, and Niarthen’s path wound through and around sleeping soldiers, cooking fires, and parked vehicles. He was greeted warmly by a large man whose silver armour held a band of color around one arm. They spoke in Mer as if they knew each other well and, unable to understand more than a word here and there, Lyric’s eyes wandered the soldiers around them.

They were being watched by the Mer soldiers around them – some openly, others discretely. Lyric tried to interpret the expressions of those watching hoping to gain some insight into the conversation between Niarthen and the other man, but