Urd raised her eyebrows slightly as she caught that barest glimmer of emotion. He was a pro at hiding his thoughts; she had no doubt that there was so much more buried under his grim surface. But she didn't comment on it and instead focused on the matter at hand.

"We simply have to convince them that we, the visitors, aren't the enemy. We have to make them believe that Praetoris is, and whoever's pulling the strings behind the scenes." Urd moved gracefully off the counter, walking past Auron to the floor-to-ceiling shop window facing the streets outside. She folded her arms under her chest, her profile grave. "Politics are a nasty human game that I hate to play, but we won't win this without getting our hands a little dirty."