[She remains silent as Noa speaks, the whispers dulling down as he stumbles his way through. Even as he makes his offer, there is no immediate sound - no voice to let him know whether he has passed or failed her test. But the feeling of pressure subsides, and soon she is stroking his hair.]

...it is enough. [The wind rushes towards him, as if she has breathed in deeply.] Can you feel it? There is strife coming, child. A great uprising looms on the horizon.

[The fingers running through his hair do not falter as she speaks. A sudden flurry of mist obscures his vision, and an unexpected weight pulls at his pocket.]

And you will play your part in it.