A Youth's Command - Part 1

The fact that something was being done, even if it was the smallest of things, seemed like a victory to Oliver. He watched carefully as a crow was plucked from one of the many wooden cages that Karstly had left them with, tied to a horse for the very purpose. Another man scribbled out a message, that Verdant spent a rather long time studying, before he nodded, and allowed it to be threaded into the small ring around the crow's leg.

The bird was thrown up, and with a squark, it took to the sky, beating an urgent rhythm with its wings, until it managed to find some sort of stability further up in its flight. Towards General Rainheart's castle it went – and with it, Oliver hoped the General would feel that it brought some degree of good tidings.