Jørmund's frown deeped as this Madam Souise continued. He stood there in the falling snow the handle of the shovel gripped tightly in his hand. Part of her words rang true, the northerners were fierce fighters and losses were not uncommon. The feeling of having led others to their death defending home was one that Jørmund dealt with and it was different than the battle at the camp. Those were people he did not know so the pain of loss was not as strong. Souise was right only in that Jørmund did not want his friends to suffer the same feeling.
"I've heard enough from you. You have not given us any reason to trust any of your dealings. The only thing you have convinced me of is that you will say whatever to get what you want. All that shows me is what you word is truly worth. " He turned to the cart and put the shovel back in the back.
Grumbling in primordial, he grabbed the lead for the horses and started to walk towards the village.