Robin's determination, though brief, was still something worth seeing as far as Warsman was concerned; for those few seconds he'd wholeheartedly believed that he'd be staking his claim to the land within the hour, striding out in his riding boots like an old explorer. Cruel or kind, he'd always seemed to have the kind of passion that could stir just about anyone, and Warsman could only answer with a firm nod.

It was even enough that he didn't feel his confidence in the man waning even after the moment had passed- though when he realised that Robin had considerably overestimated him, even if his relief to see him back on form wasn't enough to stop him from answering with a plaintive shake of the head.

"I know that 'folly' means 'foolishness'," he said, giving him a faintly reproachful look, "but I've never heard it used like that before. Unless you're trying to make fun of me."