The rings had their own appraisals. One had been made from a rare metal found beneath Antarticon's northern glaciers; the other contained a fragment of a monster core that had not been seen in centuries.
Both were worth more than she had ever imagined spending on a single piece of jewellery.
Opaline couldn't believe what she was seeing.
She looked at the next mannequin. Its armour was worth more. The bow in its hands was an ancient relic, and the arrow resting against its string had been crafted from a material that no longer existed in its original region.
Her gaze darted to the remaining displays. The numbers appeared at once, each one precise enough to leave no doubt in her mind that this was not an ordinary improvement to her ability to recognize magical goods.
She had evolved again.
A few days ago, she would have needed time, experience, or access to the right information to estimate the worth of these objects.
