Leareth smiles thinly. "And, if certain rumours are correct, she has been restoring lost limbs and curing the blind. Clear signs of altruistic motivation, and of courage. I have certainly not heard any reports of violence or threats; had I, I would be much more concerned."
He pauses for a while, his black eyes impassive.
"There are different flavours of altruism," he says finally. "And not all of them would indicate that someone could or would wish to cooperate with my mission. Most people will help their own kin. There are many who would save a stranger's child from drowning, or from a burning building, if it came in front of them, but who would not look further afield, much less look at the numbers of which path would help more, and prioritize that way. Most Heralds of Valdemar consider themselves responsible for their Kingdom and not others, even when a child of Hardorn or Rethwellan is just as much a person. Many people hold clear bright lines – do not kill, do not lie – even in situation where this predictably leads to more deaths and more suffering. Most people do not think to consider that the future holds value as well as the present, and what this means, when there is so much of it."
Another pause. "I have evidence she will help rather than harm Valdemar, locally. This is better than the alternative, and I am pleased that, given that a stranger with great power is in your midst, they seem friendly. However, I do not have the information, yet, to determine what underlying motivations drive this friendliness, and whether cooperation between us is possible even in theory, let alone in practice."