Level 7 - High Scholar of Slipping Logic
Resting in a small chest set on a pedestal kept in a room populated with various artifacts lay two spheres that could fit both hands. One, glowing a brilliant blue-white, as a flame. The other darker than the blackest night.
A lantern that when lit, interrupts illusions, magical darkness, reveals the invisible, and might even cause the incorporeal to become vulnerable to physical attacks.
A weapon that changes form as it sees fit, changing shape so as to give it's wielder the best possible tool for the job.