It was much easier to hide his golden eyes when there was no moon over his shoulders.
Anytime a roof stood above his head, only an intense flame could reveal his strange nature. The boy wasn't punished for keeping his secrets, still in Ward's head he was put in the category of person whom skills could be used two ways.
The captain preferred to keep him as a warrior more than a translator. If he stayed a little more, he would've noticed how strange was the language that Oswald used.
Oswald was forced to eat with everyone else, until a horseman, galloping his way into the camp, interrupted them all.
The troops were moved along with a resounding foghorn. Spanish troops moves had been spotted next to the destroyed camps and anxiety grew along with paranoia. All were heavily armed and equipped, making the young and weakest recruits doubt their ability to walk the whole night with their burden.
