"I ought to thank you for visiting me. It's been some time since I've had a guest from outside the Temple. And please give Leshien my regards when your paths next cross," expressed Angelus, preempting Will's response by sliding up his left sleeve and effortlessly plucking an ebon-black scale the size and shape of a kiteshield from his forearm.
After accepting the nearly weightless scale with both hands, Will closed his eyes and bowed his head, stating, "You have my gratitude. And I shall see that my Master receives your regards without fail."
"Yes, I expect that you shall," affirmed Angelus, shifting his deep crimson eyes to the white-haired Dragonsdottir standing silently off to the side as he instructed, "Erendris, take the Ebonsword's disciple to Cairna. Have her process my scale into something that can be of use to him."
