"SER JEREMY 'SCARFACE' CROSS!" A valley soilder cried out during the feast held within the fort to celebrate the victory, getting a round of laughter. Walking over, he lifted Jeremy up and threw him over his shoulder, easily manhandling him. Despite his pleading eyes, Oliver smiled and shrugged. "A small brat, yet I saw with my own eyes how he killed a man." The man shouted, getting a cry of support as those with drinks held them up in respect. Oliver sighed and leaned on his hand, watching as Jeremy was paraded around, men shouting "Scarface " at him, thanks to the cut running along his cheek.
