It was understandable that upon listening to this unknown man with mixed colored hair and dark green eyes, Cirk's eyes brightened at the thought of glory and the possibility that he could still have all he wanted.
After all, the hardest part of his ambition at this moment was to become patriarch now that he had fallen out of grace from his father.
Once he accomplished this nigh-impossible task, everything else should simply fall into place.
The rational part of his mind(you know, the one that vaguely noted that this was more like an unachievable dream) brought him back to reality and turned his newfound hope into skepticism.
Surely, he could not simply trust this stranger, could he?
"You... Can actually make that happen?" Had asked skeptically.
The stranger's eyes widened,
"Me? No no, I can't do anything. I'm only a messenger. But the one who sent me here? He absolutely can. I assure you"