'Yalivor Sadu' Altair memorized the name, intrigued by the sense of purpose in which he spoke.
Shrouded by a cloak of tranquility that rolled down his shoulders, warming the hearts of mortal men. Yalivor Sadu, despite his age, had not been the most powerful Altair had ever faced. He was a mere fifth circle, yet by his side, two ninth circles attended him. Their bodies were poised for action. A testament of his prowess or perhaps importance.
Memories rolled like the rustle of the waters upon the shoars. He remembered the organized party some months ago, all clad in armor, on his way to enter Vesim.
'I don't remember seeing him within the army,' he thought. 'Perhaps he was using them as a decoy. It would seem it worked.'
Yalivor Sadu's grin seemed to deepen. "Does my presence bother you?"
"The opposite," Altair said. "Tacticians are hard to come by."
