As the servant hands her the ring she dismisses her invisible cohort and begins to move off into the woods, so she might have a moment to take the glove off of her left hand, slip the ring onto her ring finger and replace her appendage's leather covering. Beneath the glove, she could feel the now magical item shrink down and reform to her exact finger width, as an enchanted set of armor would on a knight.<br/><br/>She takes a quick look about her surroundings to ensure that the thugs were still panicked and had not seen her action in the deep shadows cast by the flames and took off, attempting to catch up to those holding her former charge or the elder cultist who had hired and paid her.<br/>"Was that part of the ritual?" she asked him, still keeping her stride as she looked at the curvature of the princess, her head still covered in the sack she had been wearing thoughout the ritual. Her delicate skin would likely be a little chafed by such a course material when she wasn't used to it and the heat of the flames wouldn't help matters... she would have to apply a balm to her charge later. "A safeguard against using such a spell against the royal bloodline?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bluff check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2013-09-21 15:47:03, Lycoris (uid: 2076) rolls: 1d20m13 Result: 29 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50336)</div></div><br/>"Regardless, is the captive safe? Forgive my intrusion but I was her protector for a long time prior to our arrangement, and old habits are hard to break."