Eragon the Lynching II: The First Age

[Cracklord]

Malus Darkblade
The Dark elf beckons Quenthal over. On his finger is a ring, a priceless ruby adorning it. "This jewel cost me my freedom, and my soul. It seems fair that it should do the same for him." He suggests.
He can't remove it of course, not for another three weeks, one way or another.
He ignores Drizzt. There is nothing to say.