Oliver had to sigh. Men like Firyr, he delighted in them, but they exhausted him after a certain amount of time. He slapped the man on the soldier, and wished him strength, before he finally moved on to Yorick.
The new Commander saluted him from the back of his horse as Oliver and Verdant approached.
"Captain!" Yorick said.
"You've heard, I assume, Yorick?" Oliver said. "Battle begins at the bottom of that hill. That's where our objective awaits us."
The man didn't manage to conceal his nervousness. "I have heard, Captain," he replied uneasily.
"I am sure that Karstly has a good plan waiting for us. He's gotten us this far, and I trust him to a degree," Oliver told him, "but the Patrick forces have our own way of doing things. Call it insurance, if you will. If we grow lost enough in battle that we need to make our own way, we'll do it with the targeting of the plumed helmets."
