Jonathan Vars
"Ahhh, alright, here she is..." Jonathan pushes open the tent flap and ducks out, carrying a waterskin. "I hope you don't mind - this isn't your original waterskin. I figured it would just be easier to give you another one instead of making you wait here while I repair your old one. That should do you!"
He waits until the young troop has responded and plodded off to her night before turning to Alister. "Ah she's a good one, she'll be ever valuable on the field as well, captain. I suggest you keep an eye on her... Anyway! Come inside." Jonathan lifts up the tent flap with back of his arm, stepping aside to allow Alister to go in first. He follows after into the dimly lit supply tent. Larger than most other tents, this tent houses many things, from useful odds and ends and specific supplies to overstock of weapons, though not that much of the latter. The main supply wagons were elsewhere in the camps, closer to where they would be needed most. Candlelight flickers atop the only table in the tent next to the only bed in the tent, undoubtedly where Jonathan sleeps, and dances its shadows around the edges of every obstacle.
Jonathan pulls out a chair by the table for the captain, then takes one himself. He has to move his sword to sit down, which he pushes underneath his bed. "The problem here is really only minor, though its effects are a little more severe. It seems one of the rotaries in engine chassis four took some debris on its test flight yesterday, and it can't properly house the engine inside. We've got our best carpenters and engineers on it right now, but it looks like, in all probability, that it won't be able to fly with the fleet tomorrow. Seems to me that only one ship out of action in the whole fleet won't hurt you much, but I figured you should personally know. Needless-to-say, that actually helps in some respects, as now we have more maintenance crew to spread out among some of the other under-staffed ships. Whatdya think? Can you do without it?"
