The Cries for War - Part 2

"We have no choice but to take him at his word," Oliver said, raising a hand before Verdant could go any further. He tapped his finger against the sprawled message that Lord Blackwell had written him on a scroll, echoing his retainer's words. "For a man that has already set me a moderately difficult set of missions, he's certainly keen on adding to my pile."

"I am afraid that is the nature of our Lord Blackwell, General," Ser Willem said. "You will have to get used to him cracking the whip, if you are to work with him as closely as I do."

"I notice that he has seen it fit to use my men just as liberally as he has set about using me," Oliver said.

"He is well aware of their talents," Willem replied. "I am sure they will perform quite admirably. If that is all, gentlemen, I must hurry. You are not the only one having the whip brought down on his back. It would seem, a faction at war is a busy faction indeed."