Glamerspear shrugged again, taking a sip of her drink before continuing. "I was one of three on shield duty -- no conjuring spears for me that day, unless I needed to swap in with one of the gunners. Anyways, with the big city shield up, courtesy of the soon-to-be Prince, I was running at maintenance levels, just keeping things warm up here..." She gestured at her horn, still shackled with cold iron and encased in a protective medical cone. "... in case anything happened. Which, of course, it did."