Azure's jaw tightens slightly at the comparison, but he doesn't correct the soldier. Instead, he turns to Lysara. "By the way," he begins, his tone shifting to something sharper, more purposeful, "do you recognize that leader? Any clue who he was, or if he worked for another clan?"
Lysara frowns, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. She hesitates for a moment, her lips pressing into a thin line before she speaks. "Yes. I know him. He's an elite warrior… from the Vallorn Clan."
Azure's eyes narrow, his hand tightening on his spear. "Vallorn Clan," he repeats slowly, his mind already racing. "That's good news, then. We know who your enemy is now."
Lysara's expression darkens, a flicker of fear crossing her face. She looks down for a moment before meeting Azure's gaze. "I know… but there's something else. Something that's been bothering me since I saw him."
Azure arches a brow. "What is it?"
