The Lonely Mountain - Part 4

With those optimistic words, Oliver was left his encouragement. Indeed, the mountain didn't exactly look inviting. It hadn't looked inviting even when he wasn't the one to lead the charge. Now it looked even less so. He found himself wishing for shields.

"Patrick!" Came General Karstly's shout. "The wagons."

The shout was too well-timed for Oliver. His eyebrow twitched. Just when he'd wished for shields, was Karstly telling him that they'd brought some? Despite how out of place such things would be in a Stormfront army? It seemed too hopeful a prospect to be true.

"The situation has changed again, has it, my Lord?" Verdant asked.

"It has," Oliver replied. "Karstly is giving us opportunity. We're to lead the charge."