Oliver stared at him dumbly for a few moments, clutching it. He'd been so invested in the command that he'd been given that it felt strange thinking about anything but it. Especially when the battle was still going down. But when he looked to the sky, he could indeed see that the sun was going down. And so, it made a degree of sense that Tavar would likely set his army to retreating.
"Did you not hear me? It's done. Be gone with you," Blackthorn said.
"What of the others? I don't wish to dine without my men," Oliver said.
"You can dine whenever you wish, but I order you to leave this wall. Your men will be following you soon enough," Blackthorn said.
With a clear restlessness, Oliver still did what he was told, though he didn't fail to look back over his shoulder a few times.
"He held the walls," Blackthorn said to Reid, almost impressed.
"Did you not give them to him because you knew that he would?" Reid asked.
