He had taken you from your village, and now had you at his temporary camp.

He was sitting near you, watching as the flames crackled a few meters away from the large tent.

The tent was waterproof and firmly planted in the ground, with lots of room.

A whole cot was in the back corner, covered with furs and pillows.

A case full of food and water, a secure bag for trash on the opposite side. Just outside the tent, there was a fireplace to have the warmth of the fire near the tent but not dangerously close.

His soldiers tents were in a circle around the center tent, with most of the soldiers sitting around the fire and chatting quietly.

They were going to be stuck here for a while because of the snow and unpredictable weather, but they had plenty of food and good hunters to be worried.

“Augustus, hand me a blanket.” He said, his voice loud in the night.

The soldier handed him a fur blanket, which had been sitting near the fire to be warmed.

He took the blanket, offering it to you.

“You seem cold.”