[ It's not your fault; he's spent the last year or so leading the Levantine order - dragging them, more like - because it's roughly like trying to herd a pack of cats through a puddle so

really

you didn't stand a chance. He smiles wryly at the question. ]

He would say no one owns this land. The people who live here look up to him as a protector, friend, and arbiter in times of trouble, not as a lord to govern them.