Kire ignored his jibe about making her drab, holding back some choice words for later. His mention of a princess piqued her interest, but she was more focused on the matter of the enchantment. “A ring would be fine. Any ring. Probably best for it to be something very ordinary.” She had only briefly considered volunteering the use of her Ring for the task, but she didn’t yet trust Rulitus enough to even know about the Ring’s importance, let alone handle it. When he fell silent she looked at him again and frowned, her cheeks coloring, noticing where his gaze was fixated. Before she could comment on it, however, he seemed to have realized it, himself, and looked away. [i]Annoying little prick.[/i] Kire shook her head, watching him leave, Ysaryn’s words about his character on her mind. 

She went off on her own, determined to keep busy rather than stew in her annoyance. Just like yesterday, she spent the rest of the day hunting, coming back that evening with a wild boar, looking much more disheveled than she did when she had arrived back that afternoon, but quite pleased with the outcome of the hunt. After skinning and butchering the boar, she went off to find somewhere to wash up, returning in time for dinner to look for Envy. Alongside the small supply of gold coin she had brought with her, she had been able to steal away a bag of candied fruit from Elva’s stash, along with a flask of strong liquor. Everything they drank that wasn’t water in the North was strong, anyway. If Envy liked it—do elves even drink?—she could find a way to bring more later. Liquor of any sort wasn’t in any of their stores, at least when Kire inspected it.