Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200820153125/@comment-28358106-20200831032356

"That will not be necessary. My magic is keeping the Demonic influence in check," Cirelle says, "But I am glad to see that the good governor has the well being of his guests in mind."

As she speaks, she casually tosses her staff to the ground, where it shatters into pieces of ice and begins melting. With varying degrees of reluctance, the rest of the entourage places their weapons in the cart. Hyngwar seems to mind the least; the weight of her greatsword causes the cart to creak and buckle as she sets it inside. Then, she hefts her greatshield off of her back and sets it down, looking at it.

"Come, Paldis, my dear."

For a moment, nothing happens. Then, the massive shield bursts into a smoky mist, where it swirls for a moment, then coalescing into a humanoid form. After another moment, the form takes full shape. A girl, pale and forlorn, floats where the shield once was.

Hyngwar looks to the Kikimora and gestures. "This is Paldis, my beloved and Shield Maiden. She is a spirit of the barrow.  She needn't stay in the cart as well, surely?"

Paldis turns her ghostly eyes to the maid.