Whatever Khalin had just mumbled to him, something about a bottle, was completely lost. Kireth’s eyes
blazed intensely, fixated entirely upon the bracers the dwarf was rolling around in his hands.
He marched directly to Khalin and reached a hand to take them. Then he paused. ‘Umm, may I?’ he asked
‘Er, aye, alright,’ stammered Khalin quite taken aback.
Were it possible, Kireth’s eyes flickered more, excitement dancing in them for all to see. ‘These,’
he said holding them up to the light, ‘are very special my friends. But how special? I wonder.’
‘Yes, hmm, yes.. ok . Rig…’ The mage’s eyes opened to a new level. ‘Oh my g…’ Kireth looked
up at his companions’ faces.
‘Oh, nothing special about these old things,’ he said, folding them away within his robe. Tradden’s
mouth opened slightly.
‘I’m joking,’ Kireth jibed taking the bracers back out.
The party did not quite know how to take this new, excited Kireth. He narrowed his eyes at the lack of
response, as if to confirm this lighter mood was not to last. He looked from Khalin to Tradden and
back to Khalin. He held the bracers out to the dwarf. Khalin looked at him.
‘Well take them, then!’ snapped the mage. The good mood had passed.
‘It is my understanding, if I have interpreted it correctly, that these bracers have a magical link to the fire
element. Should you manage an exceptional blow whilst wearing them the aura of fire and flame will reach out to
assist you. Also,’ he said, pointing at some smaller glyphs, ‘once, between rise of sun and fall of moon,
the word of ‘Oscanov’ will bring forth flame to strike your foe. I do not know who or what Oscanov is.’
‘And if you’ve not interpreted them correctly?’ enquired Zero.
‘Then the dwarf may explode,’ said Kireth quite calmly. ‘Either way, very impressive. These would
be worth quite a coin back on The Islands. I wouldn’t guess how much.’