Re: aftermath of the battle
Pyotr glances at each of the items, studying them carefully.
"This Ring is designed to keep the wearer warm. Maybe for our lady swimmer?"
He smirks, then glances at the next item, the dagger.
"A minor enchantment, but it will enhance the combat prowess of it's wielder, just a little bit. Nice etching on the handle, I suspect it was crafted among the distant Angles, or their native kin. Far from home..."
He picks up the gem, almost reverently, his eyes open wide to the radiance he alone can see.
"The Gods of the Rus have seen this ship, and it's crew with open eyes. This will aid in closing open wounds, a mishap I suspect your crew finds a way cross paths with on a regular basis, captain. A few of your men might wish to share this, for the next few days. It also helps in speeding up the healing if everyday bumps and bruises."
He makes a clear effort not to glance at the Stridesman.
"And finally... oh my. Not to be touched, please, this will require careful study."
He grabs the four ends of the cloth, and slowly raises it to his eye level.
"This little cube of grey metal is an item spoken of in legend, and dangerous to those uncertain of it's use. It is, in essence, a knot in the sail-cloth of life, and with it, passage can be gained into other... other places, let us say. Very, other. It ties six of these places together, but care must be taken, a person could be sucked thru, and end up in a world made of fire, or even worse, it could open and a fearsome creature might come into our world to wreck havoc. More then one dark race was said to have entered our world thru one of these. I fear I should keep this safe, and study it further."
He doesn't seem to even consider that there will be a debate, as he folds the cube up in the cloth, and tucks it away in the fold of his clothing.
With a boyish grin, he offers the other three items up for discussion and division, padding away to slip on his shoes, and go in search of breakfast.
"Do I smell bacon?"