They did not move, they said naught, but Oliver could feel those threads of Command building, that closing of the gap between the two of them. They had presented the strings in which he could pull to govern them as he would govern them and army, and with Ingolsol's well practised hand, he'd reached out and snatched them.
"This was not a battle between enemies," Oliver continued. "This was a battle for honour. The men that died here today, Tavar and Germanicus, and all you soldiers along with us. You are brothers, know that. Those that died deserve only the highest of respect, for they died in order to fulfil the promises asked of them by honour."
