A firm nod of his head is given when his mother mentions the use of subtlety; something Henrik most certainly approves of. As capable as he was of cleaving someones head off with his sword, he also knew the value of a sheathed sword.<br/><br/>Luckily for the kingdom, the Bloody Ravens' basically pays for itself. They're called Ravens for a reason; they're  scavengers. After the battle's come to an end, all the equipment and provisions of their enemies are taken. Most of it gets some touch up work done, and is then distributed to armories in their nation, to ensure that they always maintained a good stock of weapons and armor; some times, it would be sold off, wholesale, to some of the merchant networks Henrik stays in touch with. Any actual funds they acquire are given straight to the royal coffers, but it usually ends up getting reinvested into the Bloody Raven's.<br/><br/>"Of course, mother. You honor me." He spoke with a cool, crisp, clean, evenly paced, and downright monotone voice; some might be insulted by the lack of emotional inflection, or disturbed. His family, however, knows better by now; Henrik has always been, and always will be, a quiet stoic. "I will endeavor not to soil our family or our country during these talks."<br/><br/>When he hears his mother mention that Lenally's clothes are already packed and prepared for her, he would look to his sister, quietly mouthing the words<em>roll with the punches.</em>He knew how this back and forth played out; it was always the same, with just the slightest change in the specific words used.<br/><br/>