"A day passed, and Oliver leaned against a back wall in the planning room. Around the main table in the centre, those who would take charge of the march discussed in hushed tones, whilst those who had decided to come and listen did so. He knew that the overarching plan had been made; a reason many hadn't bothered to show up. It still felt like a waste not to get involved.
"We are in agreement?" One of the men around the table, Ser Robert Long, said, getting nods from the remaining five.
