He paced around for a while as he gathered his thoughts, a while too long, but what was urgency to someone who could never die.
"You know what your rings truly are? Yes?" He looked to the bracelets, his eyes had seen through that too, maybe.
"No, not quite, but if I had to say though, they have something to do with hell, possibly wraiths." Even as I looked at them in that state, I saw them suffering still, those torrents of faces.
"Close enough... well... you are correct. You're just missing a few factions, dragons and the Primordials. Add all that together, mix in some blood sacrifice, deals with devils and high spirits, and you've got yourself the recipe for an 'ancient treasure.' I do find that classification slightly insulting... but people don't live as long anymore... so I'll allow it." His face exuded irritation, odd.
"Are you an 'ancient treasure'?" Perhaps he was being obtuse and direct all at once, I'd have to probe.
