"Disturbances," Oliver said, giving him a more serious answer than what he'd given Rofus. "And then lack of them. Something just felt off."
Northman considered it for a second, before nodding. "Aye… It was too quiet. We expected an attack from the trees, or at least, we prepared for it... but not well enough, apparently. You fancy taking part in this extermination properly? If I could get the men home without losing a man, then this would have been a damn fine week."
"That was always my intention," Oliver said. "Make proper use of me, Commander, and I will perform. I care not if you're a Serving Class man or not. If you speak sense, then I will obey you without issue. You offend me more when you do not give me work than if you send me into danger."
"Right," Northman said, smiling slightly. "Right. Aye. I can work with that."
