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. With a slight move, Tasslehoff covered the ring from view.
The murderer hesitated, cursing the ring's loss, but continued
fleeing upon seeing the watchmen advance his way. Within
seconds, both pursued and pursuers were out of sight. Tasslehoff
pocketed the ring with a careless flourish and went off to examine
it.
It was very impressive, no doubt about that: solid gold, inlaid
with small green emeralds, topped with a great faceted emerald
that made Tasslehoff's head spin.
Undoubtedly, the ring was worth a fortune and could alone buy
a small mansion or virtually anything Tasslehoff could imagine.
Out of curiosity, he compared his left ring finger with the ring's
diameter, then put the ring on to admire it.
It was then he discovered that the ring would not come off. He
tugged, pulled, and used soap and water, all to no avail. A few
minutes after he gave up a last attempt to remove it, the ring
flashed, saturating the kender's vision with velvety green light. At
the same moment, it teleported him into the ocean, which was
supposed to be hundreds of miles away.
The change was so sudden that he almost drowned before he
had the presence of mind to paddle to keep himself afloat. He
struggled, growing wearier with each passing minute. Then a tall
wave slapped him and he choked, and the ring flashed green again
and teleported him away-into a woodland full of scratchy briars.
This process continued for days
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