The crowd's energy was beginning to shift toward social mingling now that the main events on stage were over with. From the main stage, the swordswoman of the day noticed the approach of several figures and the movement of the members of her strikeforce who were still highly loyal. Immediately at hand were those behind her - Ondua er Goltbred led the small but impressive group of heroes that had sat on stage during the ceremony.
Directly behind him walked Corde hez Iralev, the Frozen Duskblade… her eyes sweeping the crowd as if noticing some of the same movements. But the veteran's attention ultimately settled on the newly recognized hero with unmistakable intent. She was coming over to discuss her prior offer in light of some of these 'changes'.
"Qatrand."
