Oliver's eyes flashed gold at the accusation, and he turned with the sort of quickness that he would to an enemy.
Verdant was undeterred, he remained seated in the sand, entirely unmoved, and he continued, gesticulating with his gloved left hand, as he kept leaning in the sand against his right. "You indulge in it to a degree of gluttony, and the Gods love you for it – your men too, they love you for it, even if they do not know why."
"…" Oliver glared with a harshness. The initial accusation had seemed dangerous, but the way Verdant talked around it blunted the blow to a degree. Still he stood, tenser, waiting, as if for an attack. His heart more fragile than usual, he needed to stay cautious.
