His soldiers followed after him, with his retainers and Oliver Patrick following close by. As soon as they stepped onto those plains, Oliver found that he had the overwhelming sensation that he was being watched. Of course, that was only natural, given that they could not be missed, when there was no cover to be offered from the land any longer – but still, this was a stare of such intentness, as though it was looking right at him. It felt like the gaze of an archer, locking in an arrow towards his chest.
The Verna had set up their tents on the plains along with their troops, and as soon as the Stormfront men made their presence known, more than a few soldiers guarding those tents began to stiffen.
