"Look at me," he said, eventually. He could think of no other alternative. Fear was as good a medium as any, after all. "You will not stand idly in this next confrontation. You will raise your voice, as you've seen Sergeant's raise their voices before. You will command the men nearest to you, and you will give a thought to nothing but pushing forward."
There were golden flecks in his eyes as he gave that order. The tiniest little glimpse of Ingolsol's power. He'd only ever used it on people that were for a certainty his enemies – people that would never want to fight for him, no matter what he said to him. For these men, it was different. With the help of Ingolsol, he gave them the slightest nudge. He didn't know whether it would work as he expected it or not, but he needed it regardless.
"Good, go on then," Oliver said, sending them back. "You'll return to me after this battle, and you'll share your names with me."
