Mica eyes widen when he saw the doll. "Enchantment!" But he also looked at the bag, still poking it. "Enchantment, enchantment!" If you didn't stop him, he would dig his hand into your bag and take out that rusty iron ring. "Enchantment!" Ferric kept his eyes on the road but spoke up. "Aye, sorry. He's great at weaving magic into things, and has a great nose for the arcane and such, but he's not... The best at explaining things. From the sounds of it though you have a few magic items. Once we hit the camp, I'll be more than willing to help identify them for you."