Abigail's blue eyes narrowed. Not only did the man refuse to take her seriously, but he also continued to refer to her by everything [i]but[/i] her proper name. It was becoming quite clear to her that there was nothing she could say to make him understand just who she was and why she was worthy of respect, and indeed why she desired such respect. Indeed, her duties were important, and they would soon embark on a mission, but for the moment she would not work with this man until he was fully aware of her feelings and her nature. Abigail would not be belittled any longer.

"Hmph. I can see that there are no words that will reach you," she said, simply, placing her hand on the hilt that protruded from the sheath hanging on her hip. Of course, it was not a real sword. Abigail would never have been able to enter the country carrying a real sword on her hip. But such things mattered little when it came to her contract.

"But I am certain that actions shall," she added, "Behold, the Claiomh Solais."

She drew the hilt. In an instant, a brilliant light filled the room, as the plastic replica she had drawn underwent a stark transformation. When it concluded, the sword in her hand did not appear to be made of any sort of common metal. No, its blade gleamed like starlight, and let off a glow that illuminated the whole room.

"The very symbol of my contract, and of my position as a Knight of the Fianna. I trust you cannot deny what you see with your very own eyes, can you?"

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