Donovan‘a brows furrowed as he focuses on the map laid out before him. This was was wearing everyone down and with each battle the supplies lessen. Soon, they’ll have to retreat, just to resupply. He exhales, massages his temple and contemplates life for a moment. He hears someone enter his tent, likely his second in command. “Lieutenant I thought our discussion was over.” He dismisses the one he assumes to be his second in command, clearly he has no desire to continue debating his strategy.