[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181205/c7cf20dae40f22b5021b3131d6ad097d.png[/img][/center][hr]The anubis favored wearing gaudy accessories and keeping wandering eyes guessing as to which ones housed magic, but they also enjoyed wearing them in secret, wrapped to the body and hidden from view. At the mention of analysis Ar´oa withdrew a small rod tied to his forearm in a disconcertingly stealthy motion, all without having broken sight of the bracelet set in front of him. It had been placed near the meats on his platter, the visual beauty melding with his appetite to produce a strong feelings of wanting to consume.

There was another who wished to sit with them, a man who had introduced himself as Vilkas earlier. He seemed to be a regular human in appearance, but appearances could be deceiving. [color=d4d691]"You are welcome to join us."[/color] replied Ar´oa. The man had beautiful golden eyes. He turned back to the jewelry.  

[color=d4d691]"Yes, curses."[/color] He said to Stephanie, ears perked slightly. He let the small bracelet settle on the palm of his hand with a gentleness that seemed impossible for someone of his size. 

[color=d4d691]"The anubis believe that artifacts, that is, tools for power, house either dead magic or living magic, what the other races refer to as enchantments and curses."[/color] He thought that the two would be confused as to what he was plotting, so he began to explain the basics of his craft. [color=d4d691]"Handling a curse is handling an entity with as much life as you or I, like capturing a wild and unpredictable animal. Enchantments are simpler to scrutinize."[/color]

The golden rod was engraved with various symbols representing organs, their carvings twisting and connecting with one another in a representation of the complexity of the soul. He brandished it confidently and linked it to the bracelet with a soft clink of fine metal against fine metal. A soft blue glow cascaded throughout the engravings.

[color=d4d691]"Studying an enchantment would be closer to... foraging for a fruit within a forest, rather than tracking an animal."[/color] He was unsure if the comparison made sense. Their kind knew what forests were, so he reasoned that it did. His pitch black eyes had remained fixated on the pair of objects firmly pressed against one another. The familiar determination of discovering the unknown rushed through his veins and kept him absolutely focused on the task at hand. 

[color=d4d691]"Curses are very dangerous in comparison, but they should not be destroyed however..."[/color] he said, in between breaths that steadily grew deeper. [color=d4d691]"...There is life within curses, one that must be unraveled and coaxed into ascending beyond our world... destroying a curse is simple but... a grave sin."[/color] His hands trembled in short bursts, his willpower assuring that the connection held.[color=d4d691] "That is why... understanding them is necessary. That is why... those like I are necessary."[/color] His eyes clamped shut in concentration. He was a curse hunter dealing with an enchantment, and although it was much simpler it was not a task he was accustomed to.

[color=d4d691]"This process... will be quick. There are no countermeasures... on this artifact..."[/color] He said, grim satisfaction lining the edges of his words. His voice was noticeably struggling to keep its usual tone of stability and confidence. [color=d4d691]"No countermeasures... an anubis... would never..." [/color]

With a sharp exhale of air his mind sprang back into normality, signalling the end of his plunge into exploring the bracelet and its hidden quirks. He had only managed grasp the essence of the enchantment for a moment, but that had been enough to understand what it could do. [color=d4d691]"Interesting."[/color] he muttered. He slowed his breathing to a more reasonable level and gazed at Stephanie. [color=d4d691]"There are several complex effects happening within this. Allow me to... breathe a little."[/color]