Brin entered the Commander's Camp to find a city of tents. Yes, there were tents everywhere in the rest of the camps, but those had a distinct "camp" feeling. This felt like a city. The tents were higher, richer, and made of sturdier cloth. Colorful fabrics, people from diverse regions and cultures, and even a few food carts with flatbread or kebabs, it all gave the area a metropolitan feel.He'd seen much of this by spying from outside with his Invisible Eyes, but now that he was inside the protections he had much more freedom to snoop. He sent out a dozen or so to see everything that could be seen before he'd need to leave again.The first thing that he noticed was that Commander's Camp wasn’t actually a great name for this place. There were three separate command camps, one for Frenaria, Olland, and Prinnash. Maybe they'd all parked nearby out of mutual protection, or maybe they'd all grouped up together as a show of unity. If that was it, it was only a show. The three camps didn't mix. Soldiers guarded the perimeters of each region. They didn't look like guards; they leaned against tent poles or relaxed on wooden folding chairs, but it didn't take Brin long to figure them out. None of these armies would have normally let men out of uniform casually hanging out at key access points all day. No, they were going through the motions to pretend this was an open, friendly collaboration, but Brin bet that if anyone crossed into another nation's area, they'd find out the real truth very quickly.Actually, maybe he could cross into the Frenarian camp. He was technically serving in an Ollandish Order, but he was still a citizen of Frenaria."Am I seeing this right? There are three separate camps here. How do you coordinate with each other?" said Brin."You're seeing it right," said Cid, ignoring Brin's second question.Did that mean they didn't coordinate with each other at all? They had to. For one, Galan was always dashing around (...)