Pentacles Five

A gently shining aura, shaped coffin-like, formed closely around William Wimmurs rigid, grimacing body. Mortimer the Magnificent Dragon sighed nonchalantly, Oh well, another day, another demon. Morty took a ring of running rainbow fire off one of his dainty, long fingers. He did a calliope version of one of his favorite tunes, Find a Ring, and slid the ring onto Williams left index finger. The flaming ring adjusted to fit William, as if it were an old possession.