"The blade knows," the woman responds. "That he is dead by one of our blades will be sufficient. Welcome to the Order; now that you have dealt death by one of the blades, you are a part of us, until death claims you, at last."<br/><br/>She reaches down, and pulls a ring off of his finger. "I will claim my prize. The rest is yours; you planned the raid, and organized the effort, you are deserving of the bounty," she says, nodding. She waits another moment, to hear any response, then, most likely, vanishes with a slight puff of smoke.<br/><br/>In addition to his sword and armor, he has both a belt and a cloak, that detect as magical.