[If the other woman’s expression is any indication… her initial burst of enthusiasm at the honor of meeting a new shard-bearer is slowly giving way to the reminder that each of those chosen people reacted to this fate differently, and it might have been insensitive of her to expect joy or clarity. Surely you must forgive her, she meant well…

But she is more somber this time, when she nods, reaching out to take the scroll half-handed over.]

No, of course… You must forgive me, I let myself get carried away…

[The scroll tucked away, she awkwardly shifts them again to introduce herself with a small bow.]

My name is Shāza… Perhaps I could be of assistance? I serve in Heliopolis under the Tribune, so if there’s any information you need, or an escort…