Cupping his hand, Armand scoops up the orb, turning it this way and that, inspecting it. Despite himself he feels a bit of awe. It's the closest thing to a miracle he has ever seen a regular human produce. This goddess has given a great gift and he is pissed about it.

"Then your people must be proud of you, to have discovered such an ingenious way to incapacitate the undead."

He can't help but sound a little bitter.