The Swordmage raises her glass in response to the Countess' toast.
"Hero of Ilien - not an appellation I have borne before. Let's hope it sticks."
She downs the glass in a single gulp.
"I look forward to your findings, this wraith might be connected to the Red Wind, or it might a be a coincedence. No way to know, perhaps you could allow the Pontiff to be present for the interrogations? He needs to know, as the head of the Conclave."
She shrugs, sitting back down.
"At any rate, I hope this means I can walk freely in the city here again. You have a lovely city and it is irritating always to have to make it an official event when I visit."