Sadeas was formerly friends with Gavilar and Dalinar in their youth, fighting alongside them in battles to unite Alethkar. Though the highprince's land, an industrious darkeyes of high enough nahn could get a commission to work an unused hill out by itself, then keep a portion of the crop. It held about two dozen structures, including two large storm sanctuaries where travelers could stay - but there were also many outer buildings. The land there dipped into a depression, and a hill to the east cut the brunt of the highstorms. The village of Hornhollow was in what once would have been considered an ideal location. Other villages focused on raising large passels of hogs for leather and meat. It might have been a cultural backwater, but its rolling fields probably fed half the kingdom with their lavis and tallew crops. Īccording to Dalinar, he was quite the showman in his younger years after having won a battle, evidenced by his having already had the local highprince's head - and those of his officers - up on spears before Dalinar showed up. Jasnah noted that he is not to be trusted. It was the only time he felt like a youth again. The only thing that made him feel alive any longer was that glorious, wonderful Thrill of being on the battlefield and striving, man against man. He imagined himself as a young man, in his twenties. If Sadeas belittled something, he instinctively wanted to stand up for it. Sadeas hated how his body felt outside of Shardplate, and he hated more how he looked his loss of youthfulness troubled him. He had the arms of a soldier, but wore frivolous outfits which were nevertheless fashionable (e.g.: dark slacks trimmed with green silk, open short coats over stiff matching shirts).
He was described as having a bulbous face and curly, black hair his complexion ruddy, his nose too red, with fine veins visible in his cheeks. He usually wore a characteristic smirk when he was pleased with how a plot was going.
One such helm was shaped like a stylized sunburst and looked almost like a crown. He was always a model of fashion, his armor painted, his helm ornamented with a completely different metallic pattern than he had worn a previous time. This young soldier, when not on duty, wore fine clothing and had wavy hair. Still, he was resplendent in golden yellow Shardplate. As a young soldier, he looked far older than he should and was red-faced.
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