—What's wrong, honey?
—Lo, a thief! A thief! A motherless son of an Orlock hath breached the walls of our keep and made off with my most prized possession—the legendary Bracelet of Resistance.
—Do you mean that friendship bracelet your friend Billy made you for your 12th birthday?
—Aye, the very one. Recall, ye, how many ghouls he smote to secure it from the dreaded Mount Chaos? He nearly fell under the spell of the vile wizard, Lazem Oridial, during his escape. Were it not for the bracelet's +10 Divine Deflection properties, he surely would have perished. And now, just three and sundry moons later, some cur hath arrested it from my Bag of Holding.
—Aww, pookie. I'm sorry you lost your bracelet. I'm sure it'll turn up sooner or later. It couldn't have just walked out of the house.
—By the bones of Burkaneb, I'll make the snot-faced hoglout thief pay dearly. But I must temper my rage, for our clan is set to meet on the field of Mars when the sun reaches its zenith to do battle with our sworn enemies. Yet how shall I survive the melee without my bracelet?
—I didn't realize you boys had a LARPing date today? Well, let's see if I can't help you out with a replacement. Hmmm…I know. How about a double-tiered bracelet from Cost Brothers Deal?
—Behold! What mystical bit of craftsmanship is this? Surely, there must be magic behind the fire of these stones?
—I don't know about magic, but it does have two rows of dazzling 3mm Austrian crystals—80 of them in all. And they're set in silver-plated alloy that stretches to fit almost any wrist.
—I am quite familiar with the Prussians' reputation with gems and their metallurgical acumen, but this is simply breathtaking.
—Well, I'm glad you like it. Are the clear crystals okay, or would you prefer something with some more color? I also have it in blue, gold, pink, green, red, black, and light blue.
—In the name of Ebakaneezer! Did you barter away every last gold piece from our coffers for these treasures?
—Not at all, dear. They were on special at OnSale.
—Prithee, forgive my harsh tongue, fair matron. I did not mean to question your husbandry, and I thank thee for your kind offer. I shall borrow the red bracelet.
—That's okay, sweetie. Now, do you need a ride to the park?
—Indeed, but may we first stop for provisions? We cannot expect to wage a winning campaign without Funyuns and the Dew of Mountains.
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