"Thanks," Hevvien replies when Dagorion hands him his drink. He goes to take a sip when he catches a whiff of something that burns his nose. He looks into the glass and notices that the contents are shimmering. "Well," he thinks to himself, "This should be interesting." He pours the liquid onto the cursed ring. It fizzles and sparks a bit and the ring turns green and slids off once again. The drow chucks the ring out of the nearest window, before it can make him put it on again.
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