Gaildrin enters the room, surrounded by flickering shadows cast by the light of the fireplace, and bows deeply before the lady of the Order. "You summoned me, my lady?", he asks, unsure of what purpose Lady Alkawen had for arranging the meeting.
"I did Sir Gaildrin," motioning him to come closer, "I wish to speak with you." Gaildrin walks closer to the table that Alkawen stands behind, in order to hear more easily over the crackling of the fire. "As you know, you were recently charged with your primary duty being that of my personal guard. That means many things.", Alkawen says, with a hint of mystery, "It can mean escorting me when I am travelling or being my envoy, or defending those in my charge, the other members of the Order.", The lady looks deeply into Gaildrin's eyes, "It is a very large responsibility."
Iaurmenel brakes the stare, and paces slowly behind the table, "As one of the knights chosen as my guard, it is important that you carry a weapon that is both worthy of your station and your skills."
'Of course, though my blade was recently lost.' Gaildrin states quickly, remembering the promise he gave to keep the sword safe.
Alkawen continues, 'To that end, I commission Sir Angelnarth to forge," pulls back the purple cloth on the table to reveal a very finely crafted sword, "this blade which I have named 'Nauvras' which means in my tongue, 'White Flame.'', Iaurmenel offers Gaildrin a faint smile, "As long as this White Flame is in your hands, you can and will abate all Darkness. May is serve you and protect you as well as me and all of the Order."
The lady picks up the sword with two hands then holds it on her palms, outstretching her arms, offering it to Gaildrin, who looks over the blade closely, admiring the craftsmanship. "Thank you, milady." He responds, and grabs hold of the hilt of the sword. Iaurmenel shakes her head slightly, "You need not thank me."
Gaildrin flourishes the blade in the air. "It is near perfecty balanced, and will surely prove a fine weapon." Iaumenel lowers her head in a nod, "It suits you well.", The lady then wanders near the fireplace, and stares deeply into its glow, "Our service in the Order can be menial at times and at other grand, but it all knits together to make a strong tapestry of fellowship and Light."
