The men followed Oliver further into the woods away from the trial, looking for somewhere thick and untrodden where they might question the man. That place proved hard to find, though. Now that they'd gotten so deep, there seemed to be a path in every direction that they walked. Multiple different routes converged towards a single point where Oliver could only assume the camp to be.
It was a compromise they had to make – a spot a reasonable distance between two paths. Oliver forced the man's back against the tree a little too hard, enough to win him. Then his sword was pointing against the man's chest, as Oliver's other men caught up, drawing swords of their own, pointing it towards the same man.
"Speak anything above a whisper, and my sword goes straight through you," Oliver told the man. The man took that pronouncement as a command and nodded vigorously.
