Rekindling old flames

Freya could still hear the men’s ruckus from below stairs as she snuck into Vinaud’s private chambers, landing light as a cat and dusting her hands with a smirk.

Vinaud might look like a brute but how many people knew that he was actually a collector of rare books? Striding briskly into the room she broke into his safe; a cakewalk really and she worked speedily, flipping through each book until she came upon the lost sorceries.

For a lost culture, she sure was seeing a lot of sorcery around her these days. A coincidence? She didn’t believe in such.

The book had shockingly detailed illustrations of magical artefacts and she flipped through several until she came upon the two rings, looped into each other. The illustration matched the ring on her finger perfectly and she dropped onto her ass as she devoured each page of information.

“The slaver.” She whispered, that was the name of the twin rings. Everything she’d found out about it was written here. As long as she wore this ring an