“I am at your service.”

Percy was the finest soldier Valan had to offer. Skilled in sword beyond ten of the others put together, and quickly proficient with any other weapon placed before him. And now, he bowed before the royalty of Caelor.

A peace offering. A gift to signify the end of a war — or, at least, the lull of peace between this war and what was inevitably the next. It would only be a matter of time until he was returned to his country so that he could fight again on their behalf; he only needed to bide his time until then.