Looking For Weakness - Part 4

"Mm, it is only now that I am noticing the odour," Verdant said. "You've had the wood treated, my Lord? To dampen any flame that might be spread to it?"

"Indeed," Oliver said, "though, I have been warned if oil is splashed on it, there'll likely be no saving it, no matter how much it's treated."

He hefted one of the shields up off the pile. It was the size of a man, a large man at that, which made it about a head bigger than Oliver. Despite its weight, with Oliver's strength, it was comfortable enough in his grasp. He had his sword sheathed at his hip, and his bow slung over his shoulder, so his hands were free enough.

With shield in hand, he glanced up towards the wall. The sun wasn't as low as it had been yesterday, and he could see the Macalister archers looking down suspiciously.

"I wonder what they feel, seeing their own cavalry so many times a day?" Oliver said, a malicious smile on his lips. He could practically feel their anger from here.