[Sage]

Jeanne would have liked to spend more time burying the Saint, but she did understand the need to move on, as much as she disliked it. So instead, thankful for the break from driving, she sat beside Fee and studied the Wrath Sword sitting across her lap. Lying on the ground had given the a dusty coating, and again the theurge untied her bandanna to wipe it off. As she replaced it on her arm, her finger traced an etched swirl along the flat of the blade and down to the guard where it became a decorative carving.

In the background, she could hear the old man and Na'lsa talking. Though she wasn't specifically trying to eavesdrop, she couldn't help but be curious about the man's questions.