As the Kundala appeared in his lord's inventory and before he could ponder who it had belonged to, Tiamat sent him a message reeking of pride and arrogance.
[Tiamat: See, my dear contractor? That's how you deal with these fools!]
He scratched his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips.
"What about the last two times?" He slapped his leg in amusement. "I guess she's happy about this small victory, so let's not comment too much."
Instead, his heart pounded in his chest as he summoned his new item.
A broad earring pressed on his palm, its surface shining like liquid sunlight. He passed his finger on its smooth surface as he scrutinised its antique design, trying to remember who it could have belonged to.
But he squinted, feeling there was more to it. And after leaning close enough to put his nose against it, he smelled a divine fragrance.