He simply shook his head. "Glory certainly awaits us, King Patrick. I wish you luck in your endeavours. I will see the southern border guarded to the last."
"Both borders, Hod," Oliver corrected. "Both you and Blackthorn must see the entire length of that which we defend. Our enemy shall be doing the same through Lord Blake. The two of you must match him – though your posts are currently as you have said."
Hod nodded his understanding, and turned to leave. By the time he had turned back around, King Patrick was already disappearing behind the gates. He was a man that seemed a veritable storm of activity, and if Minister Hod did not know any better, he could have sworn that he was happier than he had seen the man in a long time. Behind that serious mask, there was a whirlwind that delighted in smashing every single one of the boulders that the rest of humanity called problems.
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