Glider
It was after I'd explained my plan to them that Garm got off his butt and rose to his feet just so he could stare me down at full height.
"I see you're not such a useless pile of mudcrap," he growled. "You've certainly impressed Llewellyn…"
Garm turned his gaze on his other general, but she didn't shy away from his icy stare.
"It's an interesting plan, my lord," she insisted. "If the boy can pull it off… it'll prove quite the blow against our enemy early on in the campaign."
Garm exhaled a deep breath. "Fine… you'll take charge and assign units we know can get this job done to—"
"—I'd like the opportunity to take on this task, sir," I interjected.
I don't think Garm was used to being interrupted. His eyes were certainly threatening to bulge out of their sockets with the way he was looking at me now. Still, I pressed on. I wasn't about to let Garm earn more glory for himself using a plan I made without my direct involvement.