Rhisaldir held out a small piece of crafted silver on a silver chain. “I wanted to bring you this, I didn’t trust anyone else not to steal it.”
Avala peered at it for a moment. “What is it?”
“It’s a talisman,” Rhisaldir replied. “A silver one. I had it made last week so you could wear it.”
Avala plucked it from his grasp to look at it more closely. The chain was very fine, probably from a jeweler in the metalsmith corridor. It had been polished brightly enough to glint even when not in direct light. A little silver shape was attached to the chain by a circle.
“A sun,” Avala announced.
“Yeah, it’s a talisman from the temple. I got it blessed for you by the high priest when I was there this afternoon,” Rhisaldir grinned. Avala couldn’t hang on to her frightened indignation any longer and met Rhis’s grin with shining eyes.
“Is it magic?” she asked excitedly.
Rhisaldir nodded. “Mhm, it’s a protection charm. I put it on there.” His expression was proud. “I learned it last week for the first time and I’m pretty good at them now. When you’re wearing it, it’ll protect you from harm.”
Notes: Resistance: Psychic, Advantage: Wisdom Saving Throws, Resistance: Poison
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