Magni is tense and deeply uncomfortable. Discussing decisions that could effect the lives of people that she had never met seemed so... cold, somehow. Like it stopped them from being people at all, when they were discussed in these terms. The conversation feels like its a decision already made that is being brought up for the sake of briefing rather than debate, and she's turning that over in her mind as well. Did they not expect her to be involved? Or was this so much an established course of action that it was perfectly reasonable for it all to be presented thus?

Lakshmi's words snap her focus back.

"We—" She pauses, inhales. "Must ensure that Talonhold's people don't starve through the winter. Lindqvist has sought to undermine us, as did his parents before him."

One of the advisors, a man with a thick grey beard with bolts of black still streaking it, nods his agreement. His manner is polite, rather than condescending, his features chiselled, and he wears a medallion that marks him as a senior amongst the advisors. With all respect, Grevinne, this isn't short term advancement. Ensuring the longer term good of Talonhold is essential.