The Sentinels There's nothing to be sure of

If his words made an impression, Dante couldn't tell, but he knew it was done now.  He had said his piece and now it was on Taltos to determine what he proceeded on in the future.  Still, the negative reaction his suggestion had recieved left a sour taste that would not yet disappear, and he knew he would likely keep his own counsel until the affairs with the coast quieted.

Quietly he nodded in acquiescence, then turned to go.  He had no more to say and wasn't sure how to continue, though he would stop if Lasher wished to speak his own piece.  Were they good?  He wasn't sure.  His ire had quieted, but there was now a general weariness.  He wasn't sure he believed Lasher's insistence that he would not do what had been done previously.  It would take time and calm, perhaps, for his doubts to fade.