Loss of attachment - Lawful Evil?

Timestamp: Ostiarium forest - Night

Wim regained himself, a bit more emotionally cold and emptier inside after the exchange. It was like someone gutted his pet cat while he held it. What he lost was a big part of his compassion.

After all no one cared about him. If they cared he would not be in this forsaken place. There were those that seemed to care, but were probably just using him. War was coming so that meant there was profits to be made. He would use Master Sadir to learn then take over his enterprises then eventually he would pull down the Duke. It might take years, but he had time to work and plan.

Not looking at anyone and focusing on the fire.
“War is coming and there is no stopping it,” he said in a very cold tone.
“We and the natives have a common enemy coming from beyond the desert beyond the native lands,” he said.
“We need them to fight this,” he continued.

Looking at Henrich he said, “Do what you need to do, old man.” His look was taunting Henrich to pull the baton and use it. He knew his place, he was a noble and Henrich was not.