As he spoke, Jayran reached into his pocket and pulled out something small. He twisted it from side to side and when Ragnar finally got a good look at what it was, his body froze.
Jayran gently fiddled with the ring in his hand, exuding an air of nonchalance as he did so. Like he couldn't be bothered by his actions.
From a distance, the ring looked like any other random piece of jewelry. It had a sizable emerald gem at its center that looked like it could fetch a pretty penny but that was the extent of its supposed value.
It had a plain band that had no engravings or anything at all that made it distinct. But Ragnar had seen this particular ring so many times that it would have been impossible for him not to recognize it now.
It pulsed a faint glow and Ragnar was unable to tear his gaze away from the ring. It was the same glow that had haunted and tormented him for years of his life.
