Sir Octavian Dolmar's brows furrow, and he smooths over his beard, displeased. Forgive me, Grevinne, though his tone grants little apology,but if Bundelkhand prospered as Talonhold does then perhaps these cautions would hold more weight. You are not yet familiar with the north.

She is only the Grevinne, after all, and not the Jarl. Moreover, she was the Grevinne to the Jarl who no one expected. Dolmar looks to the other advisors, and leans closer to Magni. Jarl, you cannot consider squandering the work your father and brother did to secure the safety of Talonhold.

Magni feels paralysed. Hears the truth of what Lakshmi says, and feels torn towards the safety of what has always been.