I stand in the center of a canvas tent, awaiting the arrival of the commander. Outside the tent the jungle buzzes and chitters with activity, masking the sounds of bloodshed and warfare that resonate through my ears. Through my enhanced senses I can hear the roar of artillery fire and clashing blades, smell the scents of coppery spilt blood and acrid smoke, the callsigns of battle on a massive scale. I slowly clench and unclench my grip on the hilt of my sword, as if I could fight off the inevitable confrontation that is to come. Once again I ponder over why I was brought to this war-torn world.