"Once a traveler from Kulmajalar came to our tribe," she continues. "He had been attacked by bandits, tribeless wanderers of some description. In exchange for our hospitality, he gave me one of his last possessions—this ring—claiming that it could sense whatever aspect of yourself is weakest and make it strong. I want you to have it, Basileios. I think you'll need all the assistance you can get before our journey is over."
You take the ring and slip it onto your finger. It fits as if it were made for you, and you hold your hand up so that it catches the light. "It suits you," says Drazha, placing one hand on your shoulder as she turns to leave. "I don't know if it will do as I said, but…I wanted to give you something, just to say thank you."
"For what?" you ask as Drazha goes to the door.
She turns and looks back before she leaves. "For trusting me," she says. "And for being my friend."
The evening is still young, and you probably have time for three more actions.