Made out of the tail-hairs of a Girsh. Enhances perception.
You can’t tell safe water from bad, well unless there is a pile of rotting bones in it with not a scrap of flesh left on ‘em and then it’s pretty obvious.
PVT. Quinn, memoirs
When you face a foe in desperate life-or-death combat, there’s nothing like getting good and liquored up first…
A world where there is a finite amount of magic present in the world, and it's almost used up. With the winds of magic being weak and unstable, how will nations built on the heavy use of magic survive?