Irene knew she needed to hold back, after all, it wasn't as if the apprentice she was speaking to was in charge of this decision.
It likely had to do with His Majesty. The man's decisions seldom made sense to anyone in the north. His need to drag his feet whenever it came to decisions about Chemois made little sense as well.
When Leif saw that she was side eyeing the apprentice a bit disdainfully, he couldn't help stepping sideways from what he was doing.
"We'll talk to Sir Gunnar about this later," he assured her. "He must know more about this than we do. I don't quite believe they would make a decision hastily. Or if this is a mere rumor meant to stir us up."
Irene let out a short sigh, but then she straightened out and fixed her expression.
"You're right," she admitted. "It will only divide us if I let it get to me."
