The Storyteller clenches the melted shards in his hand. "Luck is a fickle partner — you may think yourself her
The Storyteller clenches the melted shards in his hand. "Luck is a fickle partner — you may think yourself her favorite person while she sits and conspires to trick you. I will impart a remnant of my gift within this ring so you may recall its story. May it caution you against recklessness — or perhaps inspire it? The choice, of course, is yours!"
