The morning light streamed faintly through the curtains as Luca tugged the last buckle of his boots tight. His uniform lay folded neatly on the chair—today's attire was different. A dark traveling coat, sturdy trousers, and light leather armor beneath—practical, meant for movement.
Hovering over his hand, the sleek silver ring shimmered faintly, a soft glow spilling from its engraved surface. With a quiet thought, the ring pulsed, absorbing a brief inventory of what he had prepared for: a spare set of clothes, a few bottles of potions, dry rations, and some coins. Everything necessary for at least several days away from the academy.
"Well, at least this much is covered," Luca murmured, flexing his fingers as the light dimmed. "Good thing I made a few more of these storage artifacts with the Tower Master before leaving the Magic Tower."
