"I believe he wishes for us to approach," Verdant murmured to Oliver quietly. Oliver had been about to take up residence in a quiet corner of the tent, and so Verdant's words came as a good bit of rescuing rope. When Oliver glanced to look at himself, he could indeed see that the man was looking at them rather expectantly. It would have been rude to simply ignore him and walk away.
"Thanks, Verdant," Oliver replied quietly, as they wove their way through the crowd of people to approach the man.
"Greetings!" The white-haired man said again, before they were close enough for a polite conversation to be held. "I assume you must have been looking around for Lombard? Fear not, I expect that he will arrive soon enough. It was a great effort to wrestle him away from General Blackwell, but I feel better having such a veteran man amongst us."
"Oh? You made the efforts to get Lombard?" Oliver asked. "I thought Lord Blackwell had sent him."
