Level 7 - High Scholar of Slipping Logic
'I once saw a raven fly over the Druidic wilderness, the lands claimed only by tooth, claw, tree and vine. The Raven landed in a clearing where many beasts stood in a large circle, landing in an empty space of the circle. It was there that I saw the beast lords return to their true forms, human, elf, half-elf and more. Each wearing a mantle of the beast they had been. The man that was a Raven wearing a cloak of feathers black as night.'
- -Dynath Solobren, Elvish explorer
A ring of silver enchanted such that if any in the wearer's presence intend to harm them it would grow warm. Unfortunately it's properties are wasted if in place of politics where it is consistently warm.
A cloak designed to magically conceal one's weapons from all but the wearer.