Eoni Daflin:
Walking up to the Brindol Lord, the Sister of Avandra bowed her head and tried to allay any guilt the man might have over abandoning them.
"It's not a hundred men, but we'll do what we can," she confided to him. "I know your hands were tied the moment you left Brindol with your orders, but I did appreciate your support in gathering what we could."
Lord Guidry takes an awkward step backward as Eoni approaches and fumbles with a handful of dried figs he had been absent-mindedly nibbling.
He regards her with a curious look as he tries to puzzle out her angle and, not being able to quickly sort it out, fumbles a response.
"Yes, well, yes. Of course." He regains some of his composure and resumes a more
lordly demeanor.
"Lord Jarmaath and the Council send their warmest regards and were delighted to receive your correspondence. But with affairs being what they are of late, the Council simply cannot spare blood or treasure on, shall we say, pursuits of folly."
He then leans in and says in a conspiratorial tone,
"I know you believe what you are doing is all to the good, and may the Gods bless your days for it." He makes a final suggestion that perhaps its time to come home, perhaps administer to the needy, or somesuch. Presumably, his counsel falls on deaf ears, but he wishes her well nonetheless.
Lastly, he delivers news that he is to escort the remnants of Lieutenant Untracht's detachment home.