The Commander shook his great bearded head miserably. "That's about what I expected… But it still stings to hear it laid out so plainly. The men have kept their morale by relying on you for a miracle…"
"Miracles don't happen like that," Nila said, crossing her arms. "But if we build something for him, to give Oliver a better chance, then maybe something can turn in our favour…"
"Nila, you basically said the same thing as him," Oliver said, raising an eyebrow.
"No," Nila said, holding her ground. "I agree with him on that you're the only advantage we have – but I disagree on making you do all the work yourself."
"I never said…" Northman started to protest, but a look for Nila silenced him.
"I don't think you understand," Oliver said. "I'm not an advantage we hold over them. The man they sent from the Capital is almost assuredly the same strength in melee as me, as well as a more experienced General. At best, we're even, at worst, I'm weaker."
