If there had been a storm, raindrops would have tapped and pattered against the selas vines behind the inn.
On his first hand he wore rings of stone, Iron, amber, wood, and bone. There were—
There were rings unseen on his second hand. One was blood in a flowing band.
One of air all whisper thin, And the ring of ice had a flaw within. Full faintly shone the ring of flame, And the final ring was without name.