A terribly uncomfortable feeling spread through Oswald's locked arm.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked as he understood the goal of the dryad. "Don't you dare touching this!" He started to shake in his seat while Laurel's eyes went wide open from the lack of information.
Still, the Dryad continued to pull on the tiny object.
"I need to see it from up close, this is nothing but a rare trinket, not for a soldier, where did you get this?"
"Someone gave it to me!" Oswald's voice started to get louder, and his eyes started to change colour rapidly.
"I know this already, this is an object that is impossible to rob, no one is able to steal from a witch after all." She took the ring in the palm of ther hand and caressed the red gem at its top. The many leaves on her head told the boys something was off.
