"Great. Shake my hand and go prepare it all. Don't you dare using a few troops to tail me, I'll eat them and blame the green lady."
Henri tightened his jaw and slapped Oswald's hand away. "I'll do that."
Oswald clicked his tongue. "I told you, I'm no gift from god, I'm a curse. You have to expect from me failures, problems, and casualties over victory."
The teenager looked much more affirmative to the last sentence. "Indeed."
Now that he could set the matter aside, he asked. "What about Laurel? Will you raise his rank as well? Can it wait? He's under the moon's effects and he can rampage anytime by now. It's been a whole day already he spent under his bedsheet. He's afraid to go out and let his mind slip. He can harm people for a yes or a no."
He received a final nod in reply. "I'll delay it then. Do your things away from my camp."
