The Sunspire quippe

Wren was no more a fan of the scenario than he was. His eyes drifting from her to the eagle before them—no longer a soldier. A soldier held a certain term of honor, and there could be nothing said as such for Germanicus. 

Around. The less dealings we have with others the better. Or such was his thought in the matter—he wouldn’t be able to muster the ability to play nice with Germanicus to put on a show for the wolves of the canyon.