Sylvie took a moment to collect herself, and in that moment, a hundred thoughts ran across her head. She tried to calculate what exactly it meant for Sunstar to appear here and shout that he was going to fight. How would his presence change her plans?
Fundamentally, the answer to that question came down to another, more basic one: how exactly strong was he?
She did not know. Nobody really knew.
His strength was the stuff of legends, sung of by bards and chronicled by the most eloquent of poets, and yet, there was precious little she could reference with her own eyes, and above all, she believed what she saw more so than any epic or song.
And she had seen nothing of Sunstar personally.
