"Friendly competition with the livelihoods of your villagers on the line as stakes? I thought you cared for this place? Do you know how reckless a decision that was?" Skullic said.
"It wasn't done with the intention of losing," Oliver said.
"Oh, but of course, there's some grand strategy in play that guarantees you victory, is there? Foolishness, the lot of it. You should know by now that no such strategies exist. None can reach that far, and when they can, it ceases to be strategy, and it is called a tactic instead," Skullic said. "You are reaching too far for this to be called a tactic. There is too much that can come falling down on you. You've risked your position, and the only bit of estate that you have, giving you the noble title that you bear. How will Blackwell respond when he sees that you've been making wars with his son in his absence?"
Oliver shrugged. "Somehow, I don't think he'll mind too much."