Leo sat silently in front of the leather-bound file, his fingers absently tracing the edge of the crisp pages as his eyes skimmed through each offer, expressionless, as if indifferent to the life-changing decisions listed before him.
He had never given much thought to sponsors before, as such trivialities had never been a part of his fragmented world, yet with Alric's earlier explanation ringing in his head about how essential sponsors were to a warrior's future, Leo found himself cornered into accepting the necessity of choosing one.
'Silverlight Consortium,' Leo mused internally, as his eyes hovered over the first page with its neat bullet points laid out like a topper's class notes.
'Reliable. Stable. Deeply rooted in military and noble circles. Their influence reaches across sectors, and their reputation is spotless.'
