"It really was a mess too…" Oliver sighed, holding his head in his hands. She'd meant it when she said it, but Oliver had to clutch his chest when he remembered just how dire their position had been when those cavalrymen slipped through. He'd taken his men, and he'd made them walk straight through fire.
"You bested Tavar, my Lord," Verdant said, pointing out with a swiftness that which no one else had quite considered yet.
Oliver looked up, his eyebrows knitted together in a frown. "No I didn't, he's still standing," he said, quite quickly, as if he'd forgotten the nature of the trap that had so infuriated him, and the very reason that he had ridden towards it.
"...I don't think Lord Idris is wrong," Jorah said thoughtfully. "All that exists outside the walls, that is Tavar's domain. That you could slay eight thousand men under his watch. That bodes well for the defense. That bodes incredibly well."
