""SER!"" They both said, with enough enthusiasm that even Jorah would have approved of it, had he not been with the other Patrick men that were posted outside of Solgrim's walls, seeing to it that the masses did not grow too rowdy in their watching and in their waiting.
When he was past the gate, and Oliver could see for himself, for the first time, in the light of day, just how many people had gathered at his request, his breath caught in his throat. He looked back on Verdant, asking silently for confirmation for what he saw. Verdant's eyes were always better than his, after all. They always seemed to see through the truth of the matter.
"There's likely over ten thousand, all told, my Lord," Verdant said, replying to the unspoken question. He had the distinct air of a satisfied man as he beheld it, as if he would expect nothing less from his Lord. "All of them are gathered and waiting for you to give the starting signal."
