All this time, the old lord had given people the impression of being rather incompetent.
But as a feudal lord, if you're truly incompetent, you probably wouldn't make it to this point.
He had been waiting, patiently waiting... Sitting in this position, what he did wasn't important, what mattered was making a "decision" at a crucial moment.
Would he choose to trust the outlander? Trust the Shepherd Silver people on that arduous journey through the planes?
The other party's sincerity made him choose to refuse without hesitation... Even then, he had no chance of obtaining a "boat ticket".
This was not because he was too picky, but as a person in power, he didn't trust the "Shepherd Silver people" at heart... not their character, but their ability.
"How did these naive creatures survive to this day? Following them on an unknown journey is bound to be a disaster."
