General Theo Magath sat with the other Marleyans around the campfire, across from the Scouts of Paradis. His uniform was unbuttoned at the collar and he held a bottle of wine in his hands. His gray eyes were narrowed as he observed the Eldians, finally landing on you.

He took a swig of his alcohol, eyes boring into you as he did so. The light from the campfire the only thing illuminating the faces in the night. The fire crackled as they sat, neither of the groups wanting to speak.