Given that the three of them were to be up next, Blackwell men came to take over their position as referees.
"I've got to go," Nila said regretfully. "Tell everyone good luck from me, will you, Oliver? I'll be back to cheer everyone on as soon as I've got a minute spare."
"Mhm, I shall do. Work hard," Oliver said.
"Uh-huh. Byeeee!" Nila said, waving to them all as she left. From the way that she was running, she'd already stayed around far too long.
"What do you suppose their chances are, my Lord?" Verdant asked, as their Patrick men took to the field, and lined up in waiting along with the rest of the men.
"I think they could win it," Oliver said honestly. "Provided they don't run into any Second Boundary men that have slipped through the cracks, I think they have the tools to go all the way."
"Wait? Captain? How come you didn't say that about us?" Firyr said.
Oliver didn't deign to give him a reply.
