"Say..... Mr....?"
"Viduri."
"Yes, Mr. Viduri. Uhm, what are you?"
Fergon asked as he stood with Pamilva. Zeal had decided my head and shoulders were a great place to stay on so I obliged her. The dwarf and the elf looked at me with concern in their eyes.
"What makes you ask that, Fergon?" I asked.
Fergon and Pamilva exchanged a quick glance with one another before the dwarf turned his head towards me again.
"Just a moment ago you spoke with the sword spirit as if you held dominion over it." Fergon pointed out.
"I have seen what you can do. And for what you did, you made even the most powerful among us appear weak. The Archmage and the Council have unanimously made the decision to not only keep your identity a secret, but to also uphold your wishes - once such things arose at least." Pamilva added.
Fergon raised a set of worried brows and looked at Pamilva with surprise and apprehension. The paladin nodded in reply.
