Movements of the Battle Board - Part 5

"Naw, I couldn't give a fuck," Firyr said, shrugging his shoulders, and all of a sudden the hostility in his eyes was gone. "The Captain gave me position anyway, and that's why I was able to progress. He recognized what I was good for, and he saw that I probably shouldn't be trusted, but he trusted me anyway. He didn't try to change me, or chain me down, he just said get stronger – and he pissing believed I could when he said it. What am I meant to do in the face of that? I was a slave before this, after tossing my life away. And then someone gives me the position of Commander. What am I meant to do with that?"

Yorick narrowed his eyes, thinking. Was it because Firyr had been given the position of Commander that he had improved? Or was it that Oliver had seen what he was capable of, and nudged him towards that higher role? Whatever the cause was, it seemed to Yorick that the result was more than evident.