This is an acorn of mass destruction. It’s stored in a small box with room for six but only containing the one.
A strange, mystical box, with many rumours attached, that does not want to reveal its secret…
Imagine a tribe of nomads where all the males have the blessing of being were-stallions. The tribe would not need to have ordinary horses to move around, all mounted warriors would be female and a curious custom could be that when a couple gets married, the girl rides her chosen to the altar.