He's been at the last fort on the Mendevian side of the border for a day and a half when one of the local soldiers finds him. "Ser, um, Aemine?" He salutes a bit tentatively. "That, uh, Chelish patrol with the cleric is on its way in, did you want to-" His expression makes it clear he's not sure why he'd want to do anything with the Chelish troops if he wasn't ordered to.
"And... It's not just a question of sins against Abadar as if they were the same everywhere. It makes a difference, whether people live in a normal decent country, or in one that wants to make them all Evil and wants to hurt them while it does it. It's not as if everyone's life in Taldor was good and just either, and I don't know much about what Infernal Cheliax was like, but... if half of what I've heard about it was true, of course it'd drive people to despair and crime and give them few better ideas for how to live, and I don't think it makes sense to blame them for it, if you think their country is awful enough that you needed to conquer it to make it stop."
"And this entire time the Andorens were sneaking into Cheliax, freeing slaves or helping other people get out. I'm sure they stole plenty of horses while they were at it. Why should it be all right when they did it, and not all right when someone in Cheliax did the same to get away from whatever awful thing was going on in his life?"
That was... too much emotion, he thinks, and even without that it would not be the kind of thing Ferrer would have more than a one-word reply to. He half expects it to be incomprehensible enough to the man to be dismissed out of hand as Good nonsense. But he needed to say it anyway.
"O'course she was right to do it an' we're all grateful," Ferrer says immediately, and then takes a few moments to consider the rest of what he said. Eventually he ventures, "Pretty sure theft 's still illegal when it's Andorens doing it."