Amulet of Fate.

The temptation of focusing on the small bauble, seeing it glow or fade, is too great. As I hurried down the tunnel, following after the warrior as we sought the woman, I must have dropped it.

Of course, spending fifty-thousand platinum on it, I was rather beside myself with annoyance.

So, when the Shadows are of no comfort, where do I go? Aldwythe's Landing. The most comfortable and calming in all known world, on either side of the planes.

I walked through the packs of Death Hounds, lost in thought of how to obtain another. It is then, as I approached the Ferry to travel out of the plane of Death, that a glimmer caught my eye. How peculiar, in this dark and dreary place, to find anything that gives off light. Sure enough, though, as I used my cane to life the object; it was an Amulet of Fate. How any here obtained one, or how it crossed the planes without a soul to carry it, that is a mystery I am not sure I want to know the source of.

For now, I cherish the temptation of watching this small bauble glow or fade with each focusing moment.