"In your terms, Stormfronter, they would have called me Sergeant," the man responded.
Oliver glanced at Greeves. The merchant had a smug look on his face, with his arms crossed. Evidently, he was particularly pleased with himself. Oliver had asked him to do a job, and he'd done it well. What Oliver saw in front of him were indeed fighting men, but would they fight for him?
"There's two more military men in the other shed," Greeves said. "You can't ever accuse me of not doing a job well." The man was grinning as he said it, proud of his own competence.
"Free them," Oliver said, offering no sign of approval.
"Eh? Did you not hear what I said?" Greeves said, his smile faltering slightly.
"I did. Did you hear what I said? I approve of what you have achieved. I do not approve of your methods. Men should not be treated like this," Oliver said.
