Recognizing important attendees was necessary tradition, but the hour-long processional after the venue was locked down had been tedious. Big names of those in attendance were each heralded to receive their formal, public acknowledgment of their presence at the event. Among the distinguished guests, Navuill had noted Corde hez Iralev - the Frozen Duskblade - seated with other former heroes in a position of honor.
That included a very nervous looking Ondua er Goltbred, who was not sure that what would happen today was the best way of doing things. But he also could not talk them out of it. Either his wife or his… *daughter*-in-law, he mentally corrected himself when almost slipping again. Yet, as the ceremony formalities concluded and the crowd settled into patient silence…
