Up until now, the finer details of what transpired behind the scenes of Gaia's political arena had been unknown to Vossler. Sure, he knew that Vayne had amassed for himself the support of the public, but if he had convinced even the local monarchs of this false persona, then Al-Cid might not have been incorrect in comparing any attempt they made to counter the man with the Dalmascan resistance opposing Archadian rule. It angered him that fate had dealt this hand, even here. He would have preferred to be doing, rather than lying in wait.

Of course, that only made the small distraction that the Rozarrian provided all the more welcome.

"Perhaps," Vossler agreed, his gaze trailing to the glass of alcohol he had yet to consume momentarily. "I am afraid it has been far too long since circumstances have permitted me to indulge in such a manner."