In response to that, General Karstly shrugged. He was cradling his helmet under his arm, and running a hand through his white-blonde hair. He seemed the very image of a spoiled young nobleman, without the slightest shred of responsibility. With how carefree his attitude was, it was hard to believe that he was in the midst of making such an important decision. "He left the choice in my hands. I did not mention Patrick by name, but then, to a man like General Blackwell, I did not need to."
At that, Lombard exhaled hard, and firmly affixed his eyes to ground, refusing to say any further.
"General," Yoran pressed. "I must beg you to reconsider."
"I am reconsidering," Karstly said.