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Léof relaxed as he listened to Thornden’s calm and measured reply. Thornden did not think him foolish or childish, and perhaps it had been silly of Léof to think that he would, since Thornden had always listened to him before.
“I would say instead that he has done nothing to make him more worthy than Eodwine,” said Léof. “I do not mind Athanar, but I do not like him either. He pays me little mind and has scarcely spoken to me in the last month, though I suppose he must know who I am.” He thought for a moment. “I’ll grant that the building of the hall has come along much faster than it did before he came, but I think that is more because he brought with him a great many soldiers to help out. When Athanar got here with the king’s letter, we all thought Eodwine was going to die. Now he’s not. I figured that might change things.” Leof shrugged. “I would not mind so much if all of the soldiers were more like you, or Garwine, or Quin. Instead..." He let the sentence trail off, not really sure how to describe how he felt about the soldiers. Some were deliberately rude or mean (how they'd talked about lady Saeryn!), but more of them were just... heedless. Inconsiderate. Arrogant - yes, that was it. "They think they're better than us."
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