Bearclaw Valley They don’t get the context ‘cause it’s too complex

Donovan watches them, unimpressed might he add, though not outwardly so. He wishes to speak to the man himself, not his silent, but deadly wife, or the others crying about this and that. Switching and twisting his words. They’ll only hear what they want to hear. 

So they’re done here.

Kynareth nods once, eyes flicking to Astara first, then to the rest of them — one by one. “My apologies then.” He hums as he looks to Astara. His voice isn’t teasing or condescending, it’s simply normal, perhaps only slightly tipping into an apologetic tone. “But we are done here since we cannot meet eye to eye.”

Like Evien said if he won’t do something about his subordinate, then this conversation is over.