He had a small saddle bag leaning against the side of the desk, and after their latest line of conversation, he began to thoughtfully rifle through it. It didn't take him long to find a familiar bit of wood, and he soon enough set it on the middle of the desk, before emptying two pouches worth of pieces on top of it. Piece by piece, he set the Battle board into its starting position, and Oliver began to do the same.
"So? Are you going to tell me what you so disapprove of with Lord Blackwell?" Skullic said.
"Have you not heard yourself?" Oliver asked.
"Nothing that would serve as an answer to the way you are acting," Skullic said. "There's a faint whiff of resentment to you, and it's an unbecoming odour. Speak."
"…I have been waiting to ask your opinion on it. You are a General yourself," Oliver said.
