When that question was posed, that answer could not have been more obvious. Partially obscured by the fog it might have been, but the strength of that hill, so near Broadstone's fort, that was not an easy thing to hide.
Even as Blackthorn and Verdant were seeing other men gathered for the purposes of scouting, with Gar included amongst them, Oliver was making his way towards that hill, certainty in his stride. If they were to fight anywhere, it would be here, he was sure of it. The question, however, was simply proving that the battle had taken place. There certainly hadn't been enough snow to hide corpses…
"Ah." Oliver's breath caught in his throat.
