Ambitions - Part 9

"Mm. Good to hear it," Oliver said. "The men could do with battle, sooner rather than later. There's work that Skullic claims is available. I've thought to send them out on it, after this tournament is done with."

"That will certainly be good for them, Captain," Yorick said. "It is better to see them blooded sooner rather than later."

Oliver eyed the man. He thought him to be speaking even more stiffly than usual. Where everyone else was able to devote themselves to training with smiles on their faces, Yorick had a particularly glum look.

"Tired, Commander?" Oliver asked him.

"Some…" Yorick admitted. "I wonder how it is they can all do it."

"You mean train as hard as they do?" Oliver said. "I think every man here is used to some form of hardship or another. They're no strangers to hard work in the field, or under the threat of a whip. I imagine this seems almost like light work in comparison."

"Not that," Yorick said. "I meant the tournament."