He dared. The chair scrapes underneath her as she stands, planting both hands on the edge of the table. Oh, she was having none of that. "If Talonhold prospered liked Bundelkhand prospered, you would not need the honour of my name." It's snapped, unforgivingly harsh.

Which was too harsh, undoubtedly, but she had begun now. "This is the honour of your hold, your people, your Jarl, that you compromise."

To that - she looks askance at Magni, watching, waiting, what she might say or do.