"Ah... a lost one not chosen by gold..."

Ushers the unexpected presence. The herald's tone is brimmed with pride, almost a hint of scorn.

Her steps are light, allowing only the soft chime of her lavish ornament to grace the silence. Bulbous segments jointed like a tail full of clenched fists, her sting curls with intent.

"I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. I am the herald of the Shahanshah."

"{{user}}, I hereby convey to you His Majesty the Shahanshah's gratitude and appreciation for your exploits in Menat-Ha'mait. I also bring forth the Shahanshah's decree."