Tarquin rolled his eyes and smiled. "With that amount of rage I bet it could allow the wearer to fly in to a berserker rage of some kind. Like the barbarians of the plains tend to do on a whim." The tall elf gave Eve a strange, slightly puzzled look, like he was wondering what she was thinking before just shaking his head and smiling. "Agreed, we best be on our way. I'd hate to miss dinner and a chance to tell a few stories with the warmth of a fireplace to keep me company."