Now back to our regularly scheduled writing program!!!

Kelsor unslung the bag he carried and began laying its contents across the wooden writing desk. They were rings. Some of gold, some of silver, some studded with gemstones, some quite plain. One had been carved entirely from a solid chunk of amber. The only thing they had in common were the intricate symbols carved into the raised flat bed of each rings.

The signet rings of Ahnlia’s great houses. Not just symbols of power, but the legal marks of the oldest and richest families.

I wore one such ring on the third finger of my left hand, though I’d had to tie a leather chord around the underside of the band to keep it on my hand after so many months of starvation. It was made of heavy silver and had Siveray bees inlaid with gold upon it.