The lower ranked Isghardians who are mostly commoners and foot soldiers aren't exactly a well-to-do lot. Therefore, the meal isn't exactly appetizing on the forefront on the camp. Haurchefant is likely to be knight and have some prestige thanks to the bloodline of his house and his father. Life on the camp is hard on everyone. Even for the commander himself. That's why it was his duty to write letters and reports to his superiors to make sure the soldiers are well-taken care, and everyone can do their duty properly.

Night in coerthas can get dark. Very dark and there's little light. The only lamp is the candles and oil lamps provided, and warmth from a furnace fueled by what little ceruleum fuel has been provided.

For the most part, Haurchefant kept himself busy into his shift until well into the night for the night watch to come over for their night shift.

Haurchefant was aware of the remarks. Or rather suspicious that gossip was whispered behind his back but he never heard it spoken verbally to his ears. Whenever he shows up with his presence, his soldiers tend to change the subject. But there was a fear of hersey ever present.

In the late of the night, he was struggling to keep the fire going to keep the camp warm. But he is preparing to go sleep. Already he removed his armor and was wearing night garments. He did take noticed that she is there, and he felt there was a tension between hours ago.

"Adela, what's wrong? If this is about the meal, tomorrow it will be better, and I already sent a letter for an order for your favorite foods. It will be delivered by tomorrow noon."

But intuitively he knew it's not about the food as his soldiers tend to desire and grieve much. "Or is there something else the matter? You can't sleep?"