Chapitre 967: The Advance Force - Part 7

That was enough of a lash of the whip that it sent most of the camp into a flight of speed, as they scrambled for their supply carriages, and for their sacks of food for breakfast.

"I'll see it arranged, my Lord," Verdant said, standing up to tend to their own supply carriages. It was only because of Verdant that the Patrick men had managed to get away with being few logistical personnel – he could do the work of a handful of supply accountants if he had the mind to.

As the men went about finding their morning meals, Colonel Gordry made his way through camp, inspecting all of them. He moved like a ram would, Oliver thought. The way he thrust his chest out, and every step seemed like a provocation of violence. He was very much a Blackthorn man through and through.