He left them at their table behind the wagon and went in search of the men. They weren't far. Like the other soldiers, they'd been settling down whilst they could to indulge in some of their rations. They'd overturned a few drier bits of wood and were sitting on them while they could. Some had even got fires started – there was no point in hiding now, after all, since they were right in front of the enemy's walls.
He found Rofus with half a mouth full of bread. He was the first that Oliver chose. Despite his all too laid-back attitude, he liked to think that there was more to the sergeant than mere jokes. Soldiery was not a profession that people tended to grow old in, after all.
"Eh? What are we doing?" Rofus said once he'd finished his mouthful. "Scouting? Us? But we've got scouts for that. Quick men. They're better at it than me."
