The morning mist lifts as I approach Muzaka's tent.

Muzaka and I sat across from each other at his desk. I could sense his power and his authority immediately. He was tall and imposing, and piercing blue eyes, with muscles bulging under his uniform. His expression was stern and confident, yet I could see a glimmer of kindness in his eyes.

He spoke first, his voice low and booming. "I understand you have come to discuss the recent events on the front lines. What is your assessment?"