The sword went along willingly with the Princess as it was carried by her - it now shone with an emerald glow to match the gemstone contained within the pommel.  A slightly more cheerful tone came from the blade though as it was inspected however.  [color=lightblue]"Thank you for doing that, your highness."[/color]

It was the right and proper thing to pay one's respects after all.  But aside from that, the sword seemed to fall silence once more, it's short statement finished and completed.

However the next order of business was brought up.  [color=lightblue]"A highstorm approaches however - I would advise finding shelter as soon as that man is buried."[/color]  The impersonal way of referencing his prior wielder would perhaps be surprising, but the sword gave itself a mental shrug before continuing.

A highstorm was a devastating funnel torrent of winds that passed over the country every other weak, lasting for about a day.  Winds would be fast enough to tear through skin, and lightning would strike the ground seemingly at random.  Although there was flooding at times, most of the water cleared away quickly.

The thick trees had adapted to the winds with thick trunks and deep roots.  The animals themselves were bulkier and heavier than those in other parts of the world, and the massive boulder like land crabs known as chulls would place their legs into the ground so they could not be shifted.  Crops had been raised and chosen based on the vulnerability to surface conditions - fields of wheat weren't really possible in the Stormlands.