Those that knew not the battlefield never seemed to be well enough affected by the gruff charisma that Blackwell did carry. He felt there, again, as he'd felt before, that perhaps he'd made a mistake. That perhaps he ought to have placed himself differently in the realm and allowed another man to handle the job of seeing the Pendragon lands unified.
But who was there? Broadstone and Rainheart didn't have the temperament for it. They were sharpened for battle just as he. And Karstly was a non-starter. The man would cause more chaos than he would see problems solved. Really, there was only Lord Idris. He alone seemed to be having an effect. He'd at least managed to broker some deals, compared to Blackwell's nothingness, even if the man was struggling – as he indeed professed himself.
