Without thinking the process through, Veil had drawn the sword in defense of Myra. In her hand the had sword almost come alive, stirring in it's slumber, casting the small peace spell it used when hibernating and the edges of the blade glowed slightly...

Using the skills taught to her by Zhi K'lyn, Veil focused, expanding and feeding the small spell until the sword burst into full song heard by all.

…The bearer reacted???

Startled, and pulled from her rest for the first time in hundreds of years, Nim'Alkar felt the emotion of anger justified, and in defense of one that was innocent, from Veil who was holding her tightly.

Instantly all of Veils knowledge passed to her....

Her nemesis Wrath was on the surface.

Veil was worthy, and the teacher had arrived.

Nim'Alkar was roused once more.