Argolaith clenched his fists. He wasn't going to let it go.
The weight of Malakar and Karthos' reactions to his storage ring had set off every alarm in his mind.
This was more than just an old relic.
It was something far more important than he had ever realized.
So he did the only thing he could do.
He asked.
"What do you know about my storage ring?"
Kaelred looked at him, then at Karthos. He had been thinking the same thing.
Malakar, however, simply smirked, folding his arms across his chest as if waiting to see what Karthos would say.
Karthos was silent for a long moment.
Then—he exhaled.
"I know enough," he finally said.
Argolaith narrowed his eyes. "Which means?"
Karthos' gaze darkened slightly.
"It means," he said slowly, "that the person who made that ring can be a very scary man. So never make him mad."
Argolaith and Kaelred stiffened.
Malakar's smirk faltered just slightly, but it was gone before anyone could notice.
