John disregarded the question about Salvar from this stranger at the bar, but warily regarded him.

Does he know?

The half-giant tried to relax, wondering if this was a trap. Nobody had come for him in a long time. Had Band's men put out another bounty? For a moment he considered trashing them both, and likely the entire tavern, before a clearer head prevailed. Many knew of Salvar's champions. He took a deep breath and recovered himself. Hopefully he wouldn't need to hurt anyone today.

But if it came to it, he would be ready.

A question snapped him out of his suspicious musings, and he took the ring, far too small for his fingers, and turned it over in his hand, pulling a tendril of the magical armor he'd hidden beneath his shirt to his finger. He touched the ring, brushing a light layer of tarnish off ths surface.

"It's silver," he said aloud before laying it down on the tabletop, returning to his drink for a moment. To Raieria? Dangerous.

But he was going that way anyway in a few days. Maybe he could make some coin, help the boy, and get there early. "Raieria is dangerous, and it's about to get even worse."