Upon being directed to the chests, The Storyteller walked over to the chest closest to him and opened it up. The Storyteller took the elf rations. He was never 1 to turn down free food, especially the sort that filled you up with just 1 bite. Almost everything else was left alone, The Storyteller could conjure rope at will with his magic. He also already had a few knives on him in case he ever dropped his sword in a fight. Cloaks, canteens, matches, lanterns, and iodine were also things he already had stored in his magic satchel. Now comes the almost part. As he closed the chest, The Storyteller turned his head in a way that allowed him to see the silver ring that had been hiding in his blind spot the whole time. The Storyteller picked up the ring and examined it, quickly finding the inscription. "Odd" he murmured to himself

With the ring in hand, The Storyteller closed the chest and walked back over to Sadron and Arandur. The Storyteller had overheard 1 of his companions ask another what they thought the rings were for, but The Storyteller was a pragmatic fellow who decided to ask the people who gave out the rings what they were for. "May I ask what these silver rings you put in the chests are for?" The Storyteller asked while holding the ring between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand "Also, why has 'Eru' been inscribed on them?"