As he came back, Oliver could see more ice in Captain Lombard's blue eyes than he'd ever seen before. It was a cold, restrained anger only possible for a man like him. The anger of most men burned a hot red, but Lombard's anger was the sort that would freeze a man.
Oliver caught more of Lombard's glare than he would have wished for, knowing full well that he had pushed his luck with his over enthusiastic cheering. Still, he had no regrets for it. He pretended he didn't understand, and merely glanced in the other direction, until Lombard had returned to his place, and Tolsey was left awkwardly scratching his head.
"Violet Commandants slain… There should be more of those, shouldn't there?" Karstly said, peering over Samuel's shoulder, and looking down the list that he bore. "Ah, yes, there's one. Read it aloud, Samuel."
