The Frontline - Part 6

The Blackthorns that Lasha had brought weren't at all far away from where they were standing, as they set up tents of their own, and Oliver had to try a quick look over to them to make sure that they hadn't heard the provocative claim that Firyr had made.

He saw one man looking up, as if listening out for something, but he soon went back to work again, and none of the others had reacted. He breathed a small sigh of relief, before giving his own quiet agreement.

"We shall see about that," he said, but from the look in his eyes, his men could see his competitive streak in full force. He didn't want to lose to a single man.

"Lord Patrick!" Kaya shouted from three tents down. "Captain Lombard is here to see you!"

"I'd better be off then. I imagine that's Lord Blackwell," Oliver said to the men. "Keep yourselves as steady as you can. I don't want to hear any more fighting. Our time will come – I want you to be ready."