[i]Gilgalad nods, a sign for Luana to continue. After, his eyes lose focus, as though he's not quite seeing what is in front of him. This state lasts for a minute before a slight jerk rocks him, and a slight smile spreads on his face. A golden portal opens up and to the right of the King's head. From it slides a staff, ornate and flowery in design. Four vines twisted around the base, converging about four feet high to form a seven inch grip, then spreading out again. At the top they converged once more, holding between them a flawless white diamond. Taking the staff in hand, Gilgalad leveled it at about mid-height, allowing the head to rest above Luana's. Silent sunlight poured through the conflux of the crystal, forming a golden beam that fell upon the First Sword. Immediately, her injuries began to feel warm around the breakage, as though she'd bathed in the sun for a long time.[/i] "[b]Luana, you may explain yourself. After, however, I have my own question for you, if you would permit such a thing.[/b]"

[i]The First Sword began to slowly move her right arm, realizing that the miraculous capabilities of the rich staff had done their work, and had done it's job in potentially healing her back to her original state. The only thing that Luana returned Gilgalad's blessing with was a silent nod, as she breathed in and began the explanation of her stern, stand-strong thought process..[/i] [u]"...Serving as one of your Knights - and more importantly, the First Sword of your Legion, I first began as a naive, yet oddly capable mind. I had wandered worlds, searched for purpose, begged for anything. And finally, I found a cause - you, something that I could willingly serve and sacrifice for.[/u] [u]With each stepping stone of conquest, I was driven by two things: glory for my King, and your own attention. Each man and woman slain by my sword, each order and act executed flawlessly; an attempt, to further your progression, and to prove myself to be worthy. I know that I had sworn to give up simpleminded virtues of longing and want, yet this ideology remained. [/u] [u]I wanted to prove that I would not be reduced to submission, unless you yourself gave the order. I wanted to prove that I could withstand agony and torture, yet would not submit to those whom threaten your reign. Perhaps it is fear, of your death? Terror that I would be left without purpose once more? I do not know.[/u] [u]...Please, question me if you wish, my King."[/u]

"[b]You have already answered it, Luana. As to your inner turmoil, I am afraid the extent of the staff is physical damages. I cannot offer help other than to reaffirm what we are to each other. You are my Sword, Luana. And despite my behavior, such a personal tool should be maintained and cared for with utter sincerity. I am your King. Your pledge must be certain, else it shall render you a malformed weapon, useless both on your own and by my side. You must be certain, always. To be assured of yourself and your purpose is to be above the common mongrels. And to be above them is to be in alliance with me. Luana, whether you choose fight for your own purposes, or to adhere yourself to my will absolutely, always, [i]always[/i] be sure that that is what you want.[/b]" [i]The entirety of Luana's wounds were healed within seven minutes, Gilgalad then turning the staff upon himself, quickly repairing the few injuries he had. Something was different with this conversation. Gilgalad, for whatever reason, seemed more vulnerable in his thoughts, his ideas. A rare opportunity to truly delve into his mind between the chaos of arrogance and apathy.[/i]