[Suzerain of Sheol]

Nodding after a moment, Shealtiel mutters, "That will have to do, then."

He makes his way back to the APC, tacitly ignoring Jeanne's frantic ministrations. After a moment, having taken his seat in the rear once more, he addresses her, interrupting her treatment of Feenai.

"So, are planning to keep that, or march it all the way back to Corinth? I suppose you could, conceivably, make the journey, assuming you're willing to use those powers of yours on yourself, but it's a long way, and I doubt our dear friend Saint Acacias has the well-being of that Sword much in mind, given what's happened to his town the past few days. If you're determined to return it to the Legion, I'm sure we can find another Saint once we move farther south. Speaking of which, we should probably be going before this wasteland spits up yet another threat on our lives."