When they returned to the tent, Sir Gavin was standing at the entrance, wearing his usual, jovial expression as if the weighty matters discussed over dinner weren't troubling him at all.
"Sir Ollie," the shorter, almost stocky knight called as Ollie and Liam approached. "A word, if I may? Lord Liam, we'll only be a moment," he promised.
"All right," Ollie said casually, nodding to the side as he took a few steps away from the entrance to the large tent.
"You did me a kindness once, Sir Ollie," Gavin said quietly, his demeanor becoming more serious now that it was just the two of them. While there were still many people bustling around the camp, fetching meals from the nearby cookfires or tending to the other chores of the camp, the large tent where Baron Loghlan had gathered with his knights and son had become almost a forbidden area that people circled wide to avoid now that the baron had indicated he intended to hold a private meeting there.
