Oliver thought that in that tent, with his face stoney, he'd finally caught a truer glimpse of Karstly's nature. He was a man as changeable as the wind. He often seemed completely whimsical. It was as if no matter what happened, he would always turn it to his advantage. It was almost refreshing to see that there was still the stuff that made normal men jostling around somewhere inside him, there were lines that he would not allow to be crossed.
"What of my punishment, General?" Oliver asked, deciding to press the point before it could be forgotten and returned to him with renewed anger, along with the accusation that he was avoiding the justice that he was due.
