"I figured," Oliver replied. "But I think I ought to find a way of talking to Queen Asabel, before the blood starts to be spilled. In hindsight, it likely would have been better to warn her in advance. I don't suppose she's overwhelmingly pleased with the choice that we made."
"That will be difficult with such a crowd, my Lord," Verdant said. "Not without an excuse to approach. Even if we are the organizers of this affair, she is still a Queen… Ah, but then I suppose we could simply inquire after what soldiers of hers are competing. That is a completely natural question, isn't it?"
"That," Oliver agreed, seizing on it in an instant. He turned to Yorick, standing faithly amongst his men. "Keep an eye on the field, Yorick. If Jorah has difficulty restraining any of the combatants, or if he needs extra men to keep things in order, it'll be on you to send them in."
Yorick gave a stiff salute. "Very well, my Lord."
