"You find your purpose again, Your Majesty," Verdant acknowledged, with a hint of approval.
"To a degree, I do," Oliver said. "I dislike it, but I will do what needs to be done, at least until the moment we can dispense with it all, and declare that this war is over. Then, I promise I shall disappear, and the world can safely forget my name."
"That is a future that I shall not enjoy bearing witness to, but I do suppose that it is a compromise that I am going to be forced to accept," Verdant said. "Where would you have us go next? You look almost impatient."
"King Emerson has found himself to be an ally. We have stability there. Lord Blackthorn rages by himself in Ernest, and his anger surely will spill over soon enough, but I doubt we have time to deal with him. There is somewhere else that we ought to get to, and quickly."
"Would that be the Pendragon lands, Your Majesty?" Verdant asked.
