The trip to return the ring to the guild was pretty uneventful, the guildmaster taking it and handing you a bag with a bunch of gold in it.  Actual gold this time, not the fake payment you found on the dead body.  After that, you all headed to the tattoo parlor.  A grizzled old man, probably in his seventies if not older, sat behind the counter.  "Eh?  Welcome, welcome, to Renethan's tattoo parlor," he said enthusiastically when you entered.  "How can I help you three, hm?"