Michael's smile faded as he studied the half-elf carefully before pulling the necklace from around his neck and over his head. He undid the clasp on the severely damaged chain and his eyes squinted slightly as he examined it closer.<br/><br/>He had never worn the ring on a finger before, like his mother before him, he choose to wear it on the same chain she always had. Even when he removed it from her charred body over 5 years ago, he could not bare to separate the ring from it. The chain was so mangled by this point that it barely seemed able to hold itself together, let alone support the weight of the ring.<br/><br/>Michael turned the ring over a few times in his fingers, studying it closer in  the low light, before finally slipping it onto his right hand. Instinctively he flexed his fingers, assessing the feel of the new weight on his digits.<br/><br/>"Well then," His usual joking demeanor returned. "Where are my manners? I'm Michael O'Shaughnessy and this here is Garrett."<br/><br/>As if on cue, a small, tan coloured creature quickly slipped out from under his clothing and down his right arm, across the bar and stopped directly in front of the two women. Bowing, as if greeting very important guests, a small weasel stood abnormally still before quickly returning back to Michael; taking his usual hiding spot somewhere in Michael's clothing.<br/><br/>"He's shy around such lovely young lasses as yourselves," Michael winked to the women as took another gulp of ale. "And you are...?"