Plated men, half frozen. Oliver wasted no time with them. He did not dance that magnificent thread, for they were not players in that game. He rid the world of them with a force that Ingolsol approved of. He dealt with them as if he were an executioner. They dared to wander into a domain that was sacred, where lives were dealt as a wager, and they brought with them malicious intentions. Lives were what soldiers dealt with, but these men, these creatures that Oliver quickly recognized to bear the influence of Pandora, they sought to stretch further, and interfere with a man's heart and soul.