Gullveig watched in shock as, in response to Anselm's audacity, he lost several bones, and Imelda received a slap in the face. Her first thought, of course, was to rush to their rescue, but she already knew perfectly well what would happen in that case. Their interlocutor, sometimes seemingly peaceful and sometimes rampaging, was unpredictable. And there was no certainty that they would get along with him. He was clearly lying about the meeting... Perhaps it was worth resolving this issue here and now by launching an attack. But something stopped her. "But I had a similar situation not so long ago... We need to do it differently. Be patient, Gullveig."
Suppressing the emotional pain, Gullveig turns to Zeno.
-- I apologize for the attack and the words of our companion. It was thoughtless... It seems that we also have a need to go to the city now, so we will gladly accompany you if you don't mind.
If anything, together with the guards, we'll defeat him later if it turns out to be a bad decision. Although there may be risks in the opposite direction. So, I'm not sure.