The silk curtain opened, and Lohan expected to find a field command room like the ones he knew from movies, with iron tables, smoking lanterns, and a strong smell of sweat and metal.
What greeted him was cool air, almost cold, with a soft scent of freshly cut wood.
Inside, the canvas and silk hid an entire cabin.
The walls were made of pale wood, with curved beams that met at the ceiling like the ribs of an overturned boat, and in the center of the hall there was a wide, round table whose edges still had small green sprouts, which made Lohan realize that it had not been assembled there, but had grown from the floor.
The benches around it were thick roots that rose from the floor and bent into the shape of seats, and from the walls came shelves of interwoven branches, loaded with scrolls and rolled-up maps.
