"Forgive her, my Lord. She forgets her politeness," came a familiar voice.
"You've been keeping an eye on her," Oliver realized.
"I have endeavoured to do so," Verdant said.
"And what of you, Verdant? Do you carry the same somberness?" Oliver asked.
Verdant glanced up at the sky as he considered his answer. There was a half-moon, twisted all the way around, so that it sat like the eye of a dragon. It disappeared behind a cloud before he spoke. "I wonder. There are times when a man falls to pondering, and he wonders whether it is wise not to reserve that thought for later. A fact is clear, our last battle, it carried a greater significance than any of us realize."
"And you think that is the cause of the current mood about camp?" Oliver asked.
