[Spoken in that light, almost mocking tone of his, Emet-Selch's words are entirely noncommittal. Nevertheless, he has no doubt their respective areas of expertise could prove quite mutually beneficial. Cooperation, of course, is key.]
[Although, in the next moment, cooperation is very much the furthest thing from his mind. And it's here, in this instant, that his guise begins to fracture. He has, he will admit, taken quite an interest in the Warrior's soul. The color the Exarch speaks of, a resolute and radiant shade of amber; unmistakable, fearless. Truly the soul of a traveler and one who craves adventure, one who would draw comrades to their side... it is indeed familiar to him. In fact, he doubts he ever would forget it. It is the color of a friend and colleague, and... yes, and. The color of one who betrayed them. Left the Convocation in their - in the very star's - deepest time of need, without ever looking back.]
[Even still.]
[Emet-Selch sits back in his chair, and his jaw tightens as he deliberates what he knows of Hydaelyn's champion. Behind his eyes a storm rages. What is left of his coffee evaporates.]
[How? Who?]
[Even after all of that!]
...then it was him. The disgraced and fallen Hero of the First.
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[Spoken in that light, almost mocking tone of his, Emet-Selch's words are entirely noncommittal. Nevertheless, he has no doubt their respective areas of expertise could prove quite mutually beneficial. Cooperation, of course, is key.]
[Although, in the next moment, cooperation is very much the furthest thing from his mind. And it's here, in this instant, that his guise begins to fracture. He has, he will admit, taken quite an interest in the Warrior's soul. The color the Exarch speaks of, a resolute and radiant shade of amber; unmistakable, fearless. Truly the soul of a traveler and one who craves adventure, one who would draw comrades to their side... it is indeed familiar to him. In fact, he doubts he ever would forget it. It is the color of a friend and colleague, and... yes, and. The color of one who betrayed them. Left the Convocation in their - in the very star's - deepest time of need, without ever looking back.]
[Even still.]
[Emet-Selch sits back in his chair, and his jaw tightens as he deliberates what he knows of Hydaelyn's champion. Behind his eyes a storm rages. What is left of his coffee evaporates.]
[How? Who?]
[Even after all of that!]
...then it was him. The disgraced and fallen Hero of the First.
[But it should not be possible.]
[No.]
[No, it cannot be possible!]