(Extra Info: Yes, I know Rhyne played chess before, and I even called it that, but that's for writing convenience; this is just to expand the worldbuilding more.)
Marquis Donovan looked proud, almost smug, as if wearing the ring itself made him part of some ancient legend.
"Mithral bestowed it to me personally, at the Grand Pilgrimage of Silver Gate," Donovan explained dramatically, leaning forward. "A blessing upon my lineage, and proof that my house will prosper."
"Really? What does it do?" Maria curiously asked.
"W-Well... I'm not sure, really."
"You're not sure?" Justinian rested his hand on the armchair.
"According to the priests, it gives a great boon to whoever can fulfill its requirements."
Donovan sighed, shaking his head. "But I can't seem to get it to work, and it's been five years since I had this ring."
