The snapping of leather echoed as Jeremy tightened the strap on Oliver's chest plate, blowing on his hands afterwards, wincing when the air hit. "I'm done, Ser." Oliver nodded and did a final check of himself. A week had passed since arriving in Epton, and although numerous meetings had occurred, none of them had changed the plan of securing a path to the Waterway. Seeing nothing would change, Lord Alkaris called the march, finally getting the news that Lord Elvissia was leaning towards Prince Brandon's coalition after word spread that Brandon had declared the Blackwells his enemy before they could choose to side with him.
'Why would he isolate himself from a potential ally?' Oliver thought about it and quickly felt overwhelmed, trying to wonder what sort of political machinations occurred at such a high level. Instead, he pulled his sword and checked for damage, knowing it was what he should focus on instead.
