"So, this is the main base of the scout. It does look quite solemn. If this is the place, we will be staying. Then it's quite good."
Caleb found himself on the edge of the scout soldiers' base, taking in the scene before him. The camp consisted of about thirty or so large wooden houses, each with its own story to tell. The air was filled with the smell of old wood and the freshness of the surrounding trees, creating a calming atmosphere. The setting sun cast a warm, golden light on the houses, making the camp feel like a haven.
As Caleb and others ventured further, they noticed flags flying high with the image of doves, a symbol of freedom. These flags were bright green and stood out against the natural backdrop.
All around them, the sounds of nature filled the air. The leaves on the tall trees rustled in the breeze, creating a gentle, soothing sound.
As Caleb walked, the leaves under his feet made a soft crunching noise. In the distance, he could hear people talking and laughing.
The camp was a lively place. People in matching green uniforms, all wearing the dove emblem, moved about with purpose. Their laughter and conversations added to the sense of togetherness.
"So this will become our home..." Andre, beside Clifford, looked around in a daze after seeing many people in green suits with swords strapped to their waists, while some had flintlocks. "If only Fatty was here..." He couldn't help but feel sad.
Luna, on the other hand, saw a man with an equal height as her. He has a fierce look but a mature aura around him. He has brown eyes and long eyelashes. A small face that houses sharp facial features. A defined jaw-line and cheeks, tanned complexion.
Just like everyone, he was wearing a green suit. Adorned with a distinctive dove crest, these suits exuded an aura of resilience and hope that was as striking as it was awe-inspiring. The sleek, jet-black material of the suits clung to the man's body, enhancing their agility and allowing for seamless, acrobatic movements.
'Damn, why do I suddenly feel nervous?' Feeling his chest with his right palm, Caleb felt his heart beating so fast. 'Is it because I'm about to touch this world's power system?'
Just like that, their snobbish guide led them to one of the wooden houses on what seemed to be the captain's hut.
Caleb looked around and found himself in a twenty-meter-wide room. In the middle of the room, there was a desk made of orange wood. There is a mountain of paper documents on top of the desk. The orange wood had rough line patterns and small dots scattered randomly on the wood, giving it a rough texture.
At each of the four ceiling corners, he found delicate pink flowers with slender green stems gracefully displayed in glass vases. There are two windows in the left corner and the right corner that act as ventilation for the room. As for the ground, it was also made of brown wood like the walls outside.
'Why are they so keen on using wood?' Caleb couldn't help but sigh as he thought of this.
Well, he doesn't dislike wood, but the disadvantages outweigh the advantages. Yes, Wood offers a natural and timeless beauty that can enhance the aesthetics of any space. Its unique grain patterns, colors, and textures create warmth and character. Wood comes in a wide range of species, each with its own distinct characteristics. This variety allows for diverse design options to suit different styles and preferences. They have natural insulating properties, helping to regulate temperature and reduce energy consumption in homes and buildings. Lastly, it is relatively easy to shape, cut, and join, making it a favored material for custom furniture and architectural detailing.
However, wood is susceptible to water damage, rot, and warping if not properly sealed and maintained. Not to mention, termites and other wood-damaging pests can pose a threat to wooden furniture and walls. It was this aspect that Caleb hated with the use of wood since their ceiling was made of wood. Those pests would be on him on some occasions, causing annoying redness and itchiness in his skin.
Wood is also flammable, which can be a safety concern. There are thirty or so wooden houses outside. In case of fire, it would spread easily around and cause huge damage to properties.
Thinking of this, Caleb scanned the room and his gaze landed on the short man that guided them. Yes, short man. He looks as if he is in his thirties yet his height is only equal to Luna's. 'I mean, short king.' Caleb immediately corrected his thought. After all, he doesn't have the right to criticize something that couldn't be controlled. And he might get reincarnated in the body of a short king in the future, right?