And the season takes hold, part the second

While I've been keeping the dark of it to myself, I suppose letting you lot catch a skeg at the most recent additions to my collection of curios can't do *that* much harm.

(Much as I like making things up... in this case, I'm not. Also, that label was a bitch to cut out.)

The wee deader hanging between the scroll and dragon comes courtesy of Fyriel, a canny Cager if ever there was one.

As for the Eye she crafted for me... that, *that* I'll be keeping to myself until the rest of my trinkets are in order.

Just you wait, cutter.