Equal Scales - Part 7

Oliver bit his lip. "Something…" He muttered to himself, unaware of the gold that was tainting his eyes, as his greed took over. A mere Captain shouldn't have held the longing to influence the battlefield that he did, but he couldn't help but think that he hadn't been used as well as he ought to have been, not yet. Who was to know his capabilities better than he? Karstly could position him where he wished to, but no matter how much of a genius the man was, he ought not to have been able to tell how far Oliver was likely to go better than the young man himself. Or so Oliver thought.

As the men began their retreat, Oliver's eyes hit upon a certain gathering of men.