Raggedly soft, "So I've been told." There's no resistance; Bruce already knows that he's a widower.

It's simple enough, on the surface; a smooth oval stone, charmed to be unbreakable, inscribed with an eternal script. The front of it reads, in Elvish, Evandrin Alterra.

The writing on the back is smaller and finer:

First Knight
City of Crowns
EK / B / A