Taking Stock - Part 4

"Good morning, my Lord," Verdant greeted him before Oliver could get too far, a fresh set of clothes held within a box in his hand. "What would you care for this morning, in terms of food? We have the fires going. It will not take long to see it heated."

"Whatever is quickest, Verdant. I don't need to be spending undue amount of time merely munching," Oliver said with a grin. "So you found the clothes before I could walk the whole camp ground as I am?"

"You realized, my Lord," Verdant said, not denying it. "Even with the circumstances being what they may, I imagine it would cause quite a few questions to be raised if a Captain continued to present himself as you are now."

"I have not wandered far, you may relax yourself. I've been simply reviewing the state of our men. The other forces have hardly caught sight of me," Oliver said.

"And do you find the state of our men to your satisfaction?" Verdant said.