"You've certainly pushed, Verdant," Oliver said with a sigh. It wasn't at all what he'd had in mind as far as his plans went. The incremental process of improving his army's unity, that was what he'd bet on… but his greed was tickled the more the Fourth Boundary was mentioned, and both Ingolsol and Claudia pushed him towards it with a heartiness, just as Lasha and Verdant did.
"Are you in agreement, my Lord?" Verdant said. "Think of the rewards. How could Lord Blackwell or Lord Karstly wish for anything more than another Fourth Boundary man amongst their ranks? It would be a mighty drop in this pond of war. The ripples would be overwhelming."
Oliver shook his head. He was being forced into considering what ought to have been an impossible proposition. To cross the Fourth Boundary in a week? What sort of hubris did one need to have to suppose that such a thing was possible?
