The soft glow of a single lantern illuminated the room, casting long shadows on the walls as Lunara and I sat across from each other. The warmth of the inn was comforting, but the weight of the day's events lingered between us. I retrieved the token from my Storage Ring, its faint magical energy radiating like a gentle hum against my fingertips. The intricate runes etched into its surface shimmered faintly in the dim light.
Lunara's sapphire eyes studied it intently, her calm expression giving nothing away. She extended her hand, and I placed the token in her palm. Her fingers traced the markings delicately, as though trying to decipher their meaning through touch alone.
"These runes," she began quietly, her voice steady,
"They're not decorative. They're functional."
I raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"
"Meaning they were inscribed with intent. These markings are precise, not random. Whoever created this knew what they were doing."
