| Ian looks at the man. "You couldn't possibly give me what I truly want. I doubt you could give me my memories." Even if he had access to anything that ever had, did, or would exist, he couldn't materialize memories...could he? "But if you have some form of charm that protects from acid, that would be appreciated." Thinking for a moment, he said, "A pair of wristbands, made of ice that never melts. They would be engraved with runes similar to the ones tattooed on my chest." Ian smiled a bit. Those wristlets had been stolen from him during the Kur'tal massacres. The demon lord who had them would never take them off. He doubted the man could summon them right off the lord's wrists. |