"He would," Oliver said. "Verdant is capable enough as he is now… though I would say he's clumsy. I would feel better if he trained before it."
"I shall, my Lord. I too recognize that weakness, though I do confess I am delighted that you of all people have judged my strength to be sufficient," Verdant said humbly, bowing his head, in his own richly decorated quarters, with those jewelled rings on his fingers, towards his master.
"There is one other person I would bring," Oliver said, glancing towards Lasha. She stiffened. Even seeing her as alert as she was, with Oliver looking towards her, one would never guess that she was the one he was talking about.
