Where Danger Lies - Part 4

"Well, Storm, if you continue to struggle with this lot – winning their respect, and the like – then come and find me. I might have another use for you, if you're looking for coin," Oliver said, nodding at him.

The boy seemed shocked, flattened, and uncontrollably afraid all at the same time. He gave Oliver the best nod he could, not trusting himself to speak. Oliver grinned back, and then stretched his shoulders, returning his hand to the hilt of his sword, he walked on.

The yellow-shirted boys parted as he left.

Oliver was reminded, once again, just what power the noble title bore. The power that came with a good set of clothes, the power that came with wealth, they were all mighty things. Augmented with his power on the battlefield, this academy, it seemed like a playpen. It seemed incredibly comfortable.