Exton

Ob accepts the sword. The power and blessing in the metal is strong. He can feel Traeger and Pandora's magics, along with the elemental thread of his support. It rests in his hand easy. Flicking his wrist, the blade glides, dancing on the air as if an extension of his arm.

Resting it on his arm, he bows to Traeger. "She is a thing of beauty, and a blade of true magic. She will ride well with another I carry. But this one, she is as sweet and beautiful as the woman she honors. I will find her true name and sing it to the blade. Thank you, Sir."

Traeger nods and slips out, closing the door quietly behind him. Ob looks to Pandora, still stunned with the gifting.

He is about to gather her in his arms when he hears a commotion. Pandora tries to move into the hall past him, but he bars her way with a look. He takes the stairs two at a time, hearing Mortuis' voice.

Merde, he thinks, Rem! What the HELL is going on?