"You may call me Aellwynn, Eofyn-witch-born. You have done us a a favor, although unintentional and unknowing." He says, as he walks towards the fallen leader of the fomori. Drawing his needle-sharp sword, elegant in its deadly beauty, he slices open the leather pouch on the side of the fomori's belt. A silver neclace with a red ruby rolls out. Lifting it with the tip of his sword, he holds it up, looking at it. "A great service indeed."
With a deft movement of his wrist, he flicks the necklace up and takes it in his other hand, laughing as though he finds something very amusing.
"Well, well, what to do now? Let it not be said that Lord Aellwynn does not reward those that have done him a service. Each of you may ask, humans, a question or an item, and you will receive. Let it be so" With that, he stamps his foot on the ground, three times.