The military headquarters occupied a massive stone building at the heart of the capital's government district.
Despite the late hour, activity buzzed throughout the complex as officers coordinated defensive preparations and processed intelligence reports from the various fronts.
General Chen was a man in his fifties whose weathered face and numerous scars spoke of a lifetime spent in active military service.
He looked up from a table covered in maps and reports as Grim entered his office.
"Lord Ambrose. His Majesty sent word that you would be coming. I understand you've made quite an impression during your journey here."
"General. I've had some success against the elves, but nothing that changes the big picture."
"Thirty dead elves in three days suggests otherwise." General Chen gestured to a chair across from his desk. "Please, sit. We have much to discuss."
