"Greeves, before you rebuke my Lord any further, may I ask you to imagine the circumstances should we collect as big a crowd as my Lord and I envisage?" Verdant said, cutting Greeves off before he could begin a tirade.
"…Aye, the results would be fine," Greeves said, but he didn't seem that happy in admitting it. "Their restrictions on trade and all that wouldn't matter. We'd have our own stalls… and people would pay fees for entering the tournaments. It'd sort us out… But what's the good on thinking on it? It's like saying 'if I had a million gold coins, I'd control the world'. Good luck getting there."
"You hear what I'm saying, Ser Patrick? Hopes and dreams ain't playing into a situation like this. We're at war. Get rid of ideas like that, and get ready to confront these fools with the basics of blood and threats," Greeves said.
"Is it so impossible, Greeves?" Oliver said. "You suppose so, why? Because of the time limit?"
