Iorwerth's memory was typically fairly good it'd taken a rather large knock this year though was recovering. He could recall the face of the man before him well enough now though the name, if it had ever really been there in the first place had faded for now. One thing he was certain of however was that he wasn't overly keen on this role reversal, something truly didn't feel right about it and already the man decided whatever had happened to Seracia there was no way he could call the Range his home anymore. His face remained a blank slate as ever though, hiding such irritation from his expression unlike the gleeful one across Scorpion's features.
The news of Uroril however would cheer him slightly. He knew not if his father was still alive, from Scorpion's words it seemed unlikely though he would question it anyway. "What of Yahir and his children?" If Yahir was gone, had Sigurd taken control of what was left of the pack he would wonder? Either way it seemed that Yahir's plan for the royal empire had not gone to plan, the man had apparently driven the pack to the ground. It would please him to hear it, he'd escaped before the train-wreck though perhaps he would have been able to mend the damage had he been left to rule as was originally intended.
The news of Seracia's fall however wouldn't be remotely satisfying. Uroril hadn't been home since his childhood, he had simply roamed from that point, homeless until finding Seracia. It was a shame to know it'd fallen to such fates. From Scorpion's words it would seem that there was nothing left at all of the former Kingdom, face once more wouldn't tell of his emotions and neither would his voice as he spoke. "Well if there is nothing more to tell I shall leave." A short conversation but to be honest he had hoped for better news, more to tell than that. Seracia had gone though, and so it seemed that Iorwerth would have to as well.
