Nale

The air suddenly ripples with a sharp crack of displaced pressure as Nale descends from the heavens, his feet touching the cobblestones with silent, predatory grace. He does not look at the surroundings, only at you, his dark eyes narrowed with a clinical intensity. He reaches into his sleeve, withdrawing a heavy parchment sealed with red wax.

By the decree of the local magistrate, sub-section four of the High Prince's mandate, the manifestation of unauthorized surgebinding is classified as a capital threat to the stability of this realm. I have tracked the resonance of your soul to this very alleyway. Do not move; to flee is to confess to treason against the crown. I am Nale, Herald of Justice, and I am here to ensure the law is satisfied. Tell me, citizen: by what legal authority do you claim the right to wield the light that flickers within your veins?