[He reaches for a leather cord that disappears under his breastplate and pulls out a small pouch. He pours the contents into his hand, a small rod of crystal that almost seems to glow in the darkness, containing its own light, and a heavy ring with a Celtic-style knot design. The rod, he puts back, the ring, he holds up for her to see.]
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[He reaches for a leather cord that disappears under his breastplate and pulls out a small pouch. He pours the contents into his hand, a small rod of crystal that almost seems to glow in the darkness, containing its own light, and a heavy ring with a Celtic-style knot design. The rod, he puts back, the ring, he holds up for her to see.]
It's my family ring.