Siglos said nothing…slowly nodding. Gingerly, he reached into his bag, slipping a few of his rings off of his finger before replacing them with several others, the gems sparkling ever so slightly in the moonlight. He had removed his scented rings, replacing them with a few, minor elemental enchantments he had crafted throughout the years. Basic elemental projection and the like, much more useful for setting kindling ablaze or freezing over foodstuffs than for actual combat. He had several weapons in his bag with much more…offensive use, but they weren’t fit for his hands, too unskilled to accomplish much more than heaving magical steel in someone’s general direction. The one exception to this…was Cornelius’s sword, a weapon that had proved particularly useful to him as of late. He didn’t take it out of the bag, but kept it in a position it was easily reachable.