Done talking..

Wim listened to what they said. He considered it carefully.

“We will leave it to Henrich to decide, He is in charge of your mission and therefore is his choice,” the young noble said.
Looking at Islana he said, “Even if I agree with your bargain, you still will not trust me so what is the point of it?”
He sat down against one of the logs, pulled his hood up and his cloak around himself and closed his eyes. He was done talking about it. It was like dealing with his father, frustrating. He could have asked about getting rich or gaining power. What he did was noble.

Did they not realize there was something bigger at stake. If they delayed, the people would not be prepared and their small walls, lack of a sizable troops, and lack of supplies to withstand a prolong siege. The water trapped them on one side and magic on the other.

Magic was the answer to this problem. It was a multiplier and the other side already had it. Putting them at a disadvantage.