Though he wasn’t present for the duel, he wasn’t surprised it had occurred. It doesn’t take long to perceive one’s experiences in life; through trials and tribulations, one’s very presence is formed. Galar had shown glimpses of his own through the minor conversations their party had held in northern Aevos that cold night. Decisive, tactful, and absolute. A mirror to the mali’ he’d seen walk through the streets of Eldwyn. Though the plan didn’t unfold, the glimpse of Galar’s emprise made Sorcaril reminisce about his days of valor on the battlefield. As he read over Galar’s letter, he felt confused; the inklings of knowledge Sorcaril thought he knew of the plan had dissolved.
However… Instead of disdain or anger, Sorcaril’s face blossomed into a smile. There’s been only one other leader he’d felt confident in leaving his future to, he waged a war for that individual. Perhaps if the Galar he’d witnessed could place his confidence in the High Prince, even in defeat, Sorcaril could also put his.