Shifting Tides - Part 5

"Very well," Verdant said, with a certain hint of curiosity. "Do you wish to be delivering the message in our Lord's stead, Lady Blackthorn?"

He hardly needed to ask, given that she had already disappeared halfway along the ramparts. She was ever an overactive woman, and standing in place for so long likely wore on her.

"Yes." Was all the woman said, before she promptly went sprinting, as fast as any could hope to be, down all the steps that threaded their way around the gatehouse and then out onto the field to speak to the others.

Firyr stopped her with a curiosity. Jorah listened in as well. The two of them looked up at their Lord peering down from atop the walls, and they both shrugged their shoulders, allowing Blackthorn her command, realizing that from Oliver, they couldn't help but allow some degree of strangeness.

"What are you expecting to happen, my Lord?" Verdant asked curiously.