[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/E2pDDqa.png?1[/img][/center] [color=gray]"As am I."[/color] Einarr said, speaking for the first time since he'd gotten here, as he stepped forward to join the other's, nodding Lunearo briefly as he approached. [color=gray]"I mean no disrespect...but why do you and the rest of the Order bother to aid people who clearly do not want your help?"[/color] He said in the thick northern accent common among the inhabitants of Normundr, as he crossed his arms over his chest. While he didn't like drawing attention to himself, Einarr felt that it was a question he needed to ask. He'd felt that way ever since he was first told he was being shipped back off to his homeland a few days after entering the Orders keep. To be completely honest, he just couldn't fathom why anyone, especially a large organization like the Order of the Sacred Flame, would bother with a frozen and barren land like Weirn. After all, they had no real political sway or influence here and the "military" presence they did have was downright pathetic. Einarr briefly considered his homelands natural resources and the desire to harvest them as possible explanations for the Orders recent interest in the north, before dismissing the thought. That couldn't possibly be the reason why they were here, as it would be impossible for them to take anything from these lands without inciting a war, one he knew they couldn't survive. Einarr sighed internally as he tilted his head to the right slightly and waited for Vaughn to explain.