Pentacles Five: The Six Inversions of Purpose: II/VI

A gently shining aura, shaped coffin-like, formed closely around William Wimmur’s 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 William’s left index finger. The flaming ring adjusted to fit William, as if it were an old possession.