"I am," Lumberling said simply. "Even if a Legate shows up, they'll win."
"Don't say that. What if it happens?" Liraeth scolded softly, then tried to cover the edge in her voice with a faint smile.
"Why do you trust them so much?" she asked after a pause, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I'm worried. If something happens to Heir Arden, it could drag us down with him."
Lumberling shook his head. "I don't trust them." His gaze met hers, "I trust their capabilities… and their luck."
"Luck?" she repeated, her brow lifting.
"Yes." He gave a small shrug. "They carry something extra with them. Call it luck, or whatever you want, it helps them a lot."
Liraeth went quiet at that. For a moment she seemed to wrestle with the thought, before she finally spoke.
"…Then wouldn't it be safer to join their banner outright?" she asked at last, her tone careful. "If they're that capable, shouldn't we throw in with them?"
