Ah, Turin. Charming as always.
What can I possibly give to thee that will ease the burden of thy fate?
I have the perfect thing: this little cup, carved from the ivory horn of a ancient beast. Pretty, isn’t it? It has many fine qualities; any water drunk from it will be pure and clear, no matter where it was filled; the horn rejects any poison or foulness that contaminates it. Most impressive of all, all who drink from it are filled with a light heart, a sense of comfort that restores wisdom to a clouded head, and peace to a troubled heart. It can be shared betwixt friends for a merry evening, or to ease the cares of a long journey, or bring the light of laughter to sad eyes.
There is no fault with this cup– no secret thorn amidst its petals. My own magic touched it not, for it was a gift from a Maia of Vana.
Yet it is terribly, terribly fragile. If any part of it should break, even the most slender carved stem, then the magic will be lost, and the cup will crack and be useless even for drinking.
It is yours. Do try to be careful. Catch!
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