Once more, that was good enough. Beyond good enough. To was the solid pillar that built the bridge to a mighty victory. It began as a tightrope. Something that Oliver had recklessly cast from one side of the battlefield river to another. Something that only he and Gar had initially had the skill to balance on.
Now, it was a thicker thing. When Lady Blackthorn and Colonel Idris arrived, they did not find themselves to be in a realm that was beyond them. They saw the complicated song that was developing, and they found that they could contribute to it.
