As the second Watcher of the South, Sathariel stayed close to his master’s side. While Samyaza created the flax of truth, Sathariel would spin that truth into a thread and weave it into the very reality around him. Beyond his smoothly guided words and expressive gestures, his skin itself brought his tales to life. The patterns of his wings would flex and flow with his impersonations, driving the excitement of any congregation to rapt attention.When his heart was pierced, no one saw it for what it was. His death was met with great applause, for its realism.