Raz'gothal had kept a close eye on his Preservers, watching as his chosen Henric and his brother the Emperor dealt with the ramifications of the much-needed removal of Aethelbald, an upstart king who had the gall to curse Raz'gothal's name. As he watched, he was yet again proven right in his trust and power being invested in the Emperor and Henric, as the rabid peasants drunk on power and Iontarria's whispers were slaughtered by the Imperials.

Moreso than that, but Iontarria's followers, as all weak minded peasants do, found a way to blame their losses not on their own short comings up some innocent bystander. This happened to be the city of Silanesburg, full of Sylain's own followers and people. As he watched, he could only help but laugh. Such irony, for Sylain's followers to take up arms against him when it appeared they were on the back foot just to take the brunt of the blame when their allies failed to come through. Furthermore, he couldn't help but feel smug that this had happened with little intervention of himself, simply his words and commands being put into effect by his followers to a tee. It was this pride, this indulgence in glee, that would have him decide to take a stroll himself, disguised as a Preserver and invite the Sylain to observe the aftermath herself.