Vanyel blinked, startled. So this place was OutKingdom, at the very least.
"Heralds are...the servants of the Monarch. His eyes, ears, mouth and hands across the Kingdom of Valdemar. We protect the Kingdom and her people. Unlike with Healers, Bards, or the Guard, one cannot choose to become a Herald." He looked toward Yfandes, smiling sweetly as he met her blue eyes. "One is Chosen by a Companion."