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Seth decided to give the body one last look now that he had some light. Fighting back his own disgust he turned it over.

The armor was tarnished and the clothing tattered by time, and both showed clear signs of battle damage. While it was cool looking, reminding him almost of Sauron from Lord of the Rings, he doubted it would be much use to him. Even if he could get it off, he doubted he'd know how to put it on, and even then he wasn't exactly happy about wearing clothes taken off a dead guy.

A sword was lying near the body, and looked like it had once been extremely powerful, if the ornate and intimidating nature was any give away, but it had obvious met its match in the battle that claimed the owner. The blade badly chipped and had several cracks going down the length, and probably would be useless in battle, as likely to shatter on impact as slay the enemy.

Looking at the body as closely as his stomach would allow, he saw a ring sitting on one skeletal hand. Reluctantly, he pulled it free and looked at it.

Almost steriotypically, it was but a simple golden band. "Oh wonderful. And I'm sure you say something in elvish if I were to put you into the fire." he sighed and put it into his pocket. "If you're the One Ring, I'm throwing you into Mt. Doom."

It was probably something like a Ring of Protection or something, but he knew better than to use strange magical objects without an identification spell. He shuddered. His misadventures with the Girdle of Masculinity and Femininity was still the stuff of gaming group jokes.