"Some," Oliver replied. "We do not have the carriages to redistribute them otherwise."
"Very well," the man said. "Would you mind if we performed our own inspections, so that we may give a more precise report for the General?"
"By all means," Oliver said. There was nothing in the wagons that they wanted to hide, though he supposed it might have been a little alarming for Amelia and Pauline to suddenly have soldiers opening the door to the carriage they were riding.
"Blackthorn men," Verdant noted.
Oliver twitched, looking back over his shoulder. Indeed, they were Blackthorn men. He hadn't paused to evaluate their uniform. He'd simply taken them for General Karstly's men on first look, given how they acted.
'Strange,' he thought to himself, evaluating his own misinterpretation. He had not thought that General Karstly was so well assimilated with the Blackthorns that they were unified already.
