Rhosyn let out a slow breath through her nose, some of the irritation Caelvyrn had left behind finally easing from her face.
"The truth?" she said after a moment. "He doesn't sound familiar." Her eyes lowered briefly, thoughtful now instead of annoyed. "He never gave us a name, so I can't say who it could be. Our bloodline scattered a long time ago. Things like this happen because of that." She paused, then looked back at Trafalgar. "Still... I hope that when we meet him, we can finally get something useful. Something real about the Primordials."
Trafalgar gave a small nod. "I hope so too."
But his gaze drifted for a second toward the paper Caelvyrn had left behind.
"What still bothers me," he said, "is the way he described him." His voice lowered a fraction. "A master of war. Someone who could break me in two like a stick. That's not exactly the kind of person I can approach lightly."
Rhosyn leaned back a little in her chair. "You won't be alone."
Trafalgar looked at her.
