Haldor looked slightly irriatable at the man's apparrent lack of observation, and he took a walk toward the area where the others now stood. Was it wrong to use force to keep workers in line? The Rocklings worked harder and more productively under the dread of the whip, which kept them in their jobs, and allowed the industry to flourish. The grim truth seemed favourable to lazy, untrained workers who would be replaced and likely become homeless. And if the Rocklings fervently carried on regardless of whether the foreman actually used the whip, then he wouldn't have to commit acts of cruelty at all. The thought itself saved the workforce and the industry, but the object need not be used at all. Thinking like this strained Haldor's brain, and he knew better than to share the ideas with her, many more instances of his 'darker side' showing would lead to his love despising him even more. She was all that kept him sane.
The Nord stood away at the rear of the group facing Swisshopper, still wary of himself. Nudging Lawrence, he whispered quietly. "Since this all has been heralding nothing, try asking the man about Gurnam, you can probably abuse your position for now."With the brief words spoken, Haldor returned to his glum silence, glancing briefly behind at Jess, who turned away from his gaze.