Giselle trusted the mage's word despite his distrust of her.  Sensing powerful enchantments upon his wooden sword, the half Drow/light elf had a greater respect for the mage before her as she pulled Twinkle from her left sheath with a flourish of her wrist, handing it hilt first to the man before her.  "Careful, even after all these years the blade is just as sharp as ever.  If you can truly tell its story just from a spell, then I hope this proves that I am who I say I am."  She said, looking to the others around her as she heard Zelith's explanation about the local king.  It was certainly more than she would have thought possible as far as gaining help for this place if they needed it in a pinch.  What she wanted in all honesty was Bruenor and his clan to make this place a fortress rather than a king and his men that she didn't know, but Mithral Hall was too damn far to even consider such a thing, and so she'd make do with what she could get a hold of.