[i]A sheening, akin to the screech of metal grating on metal combined with the ear ringing post-flashbang, filled the air around the woman as a golden disc of light formed behind Gilgalad's right hand. Completely flat, it was but a horizontal line to her from her lowered position. In color, the portals must have been very good emitters, because for her, the entire space around her was tinted in the regal color. She had little time to ponder over this as the hilt of an immaculately designed golden longsword emerged from the disc, stopping at level with the Golden King's hand. Taking it up with a reverse grip, the disc descended, unveiling the rest of the blade to the eyes of the assassin. Gilgalad's cold red eyes regarded her with all the authority of doom as he twisted his wrist, taking up the sword in a traditional grip now, allowing the point to rise up and find its way to her forehead.[/i] "[b]Woman, I know not your name. Give it to me, that I may know you as you embark upon the new journey of your life.[/b]" [i]The King raised his arm until the blade was pointed directly into the air. Around them, the autumn sky began to quickly darken, the glow of gold becoming more prominent from behind and around her. The portal from which the longsword had emerged vanished into itself, the light persisting.[/i]