A madness that ought not to have been allowed to be. Years of scheming, corruption, and unpredictability.
Oliver looked at Nila. She stared back at him with determined eyes. "I thought you were going to hunt – that you didn't like the battlefield."
"No sane person likes the battlefield," Nila said. "But who says I need to be on the battlefield to help you? If you ever need a good shot of a bow, I can do that – but I'm other things now too, Beam. Or at least, I hope I am… I have my company, after all, and thirty different employees."
"Thirty!?" Oliver said. "You're that big already?"
She smiled at his reaction. "I am. And I'm pleased I am. Listening to you tell all that you've been up to makes me glad that I've worked hard, so I at least have something to be proud of… Even then, though, it doesn't seem to be enough. Oh, Beam, how are the Gods so cruel to put you in such a difficult spot once again?"