Jake sat under the tree and stared at nothing.
At least that's what it looked like to everyone else.
People walked past him; they were busy doing the camp work.
Dragon Maidens. Iron-suited soldiers. Even Eskar, who glanced at him once and then kept moving with the careful deliberateness of a man who had decided that whatever Jake was doing was none of his business.
They were all busy setting up camp for the night. Tents are going up. Fires being started. Horses being tended to. The normal business of a traveling company that had been on the road for two days and would be on the road for several more.
Nobody bothered Jake.
Nobody asked what he was doing or if he needed anything, or if he was okay. They just looked at him for a second and then looked away and kept moving. There was something about the way he was sitting that communicated very clearly that an interruption was not welcome.
What they couldn't see were the screens.
