Garion looked at Sianor for a moment, then let out a small breath through his nose. "…I didn't expect you to be this kind."
Sianor turned his head slightly toward him. His expression didn't change much, but there was a faint calmness in his eyes.
"Of course I am kind," he replied. "I am the patriarch of the Solmira Clan, the one that oversees the other grand factions."
His gaze shifted briefly across the gathering point, passing over the other factions.
"If I don't do things like this… where would I put my face in the future when the same situation happens again?"
He paused slightly, then added while looking toward Fenric's departing group, "And in their current state… they would not be of much help on the battlefield. It is better to send them away now."
Garion thought for a moment, then nodded. "I see. What you said makes sense."
He turned toward Dahlia and called her. Dahlia immediately turned her head. "Yeah?"
