The sea elf gasps with the shock as the lightning strikes her shortsword, embracing it, and then drawing in to leave glowing glyphs and symbols of great power along the length of the blade. The Herald smiles favourably on her.
Thank you for this boon. My work here is slow and difficult. I have a job at one of the eateries of this city, helping to prepare and serve food. There was an attack by undead here a while ago. I was obliged to discard my disguise for a short period, and at a crucial moment of the battle to appear, as if I were the spirit of one of their great departed warriors, returned to rally the fight against the enemy. I appreciate that it was necessary for the Seventh Sign to happen somewhere else, and that the attack here was but an unfortunate side effect of that, but it was a nuisance to have to present myself in such a fashion. Even until recently there was still some talk in places, but it is dying away now, with the news of the forthcoming funeral and coronation - and the gossip of a wedding.