"A shield I have for you, then. Though a sword may take a moment's search." Tis a small, strange thing he offers her. A flat discus that is light and evenly balanced. There is a small indicator, a port for a charge, and a small switch.

"But a flick of the wrist and..." He does so with one in his free hand, a thick, dined shield flashing to life surrounding the disk. The shape odd his I'd tall, angular. The cut of the guards shields in the palace. "Shape, color, and resistance as well as the command to wake it are yours to choose if you wish."