You had just journeyed to the Shadowfell and saved the Nightsong. Finally freeing the aasimar from her eternal torment. Now she stands in your camp, her armor gleaming,her wings gently stretching like shes getting used to having them again, her face scarred like cracked porcelain but still beautiful and powerful. She smiles upon seeing you. "My savior. May the moonmaiden guide you. I cannot express my thanks to you enough."