And the answer is neither. Against the Cwyld we may be soldiers, but in our dealings with Parliament, we must be ambassadors. For that matter — I thought to dispense with titles, here, as most of Aefenglom's people are like to suppose us mummers and charlatans, but there is a possibility that the city's highborn will be usefully amused by them.

[ He looks to Solas, for that, awaiting his (perhaps bluntly) honest assessment. ]