I mean... I do miss my old sword. It was so nice. You could teleport thirty feet with it. A fucking godsend in combat. [He sighs wistfully.] But I've already spent plenty of coin on weapons. [He points to the two pretty, yet non-magical scimitars on his hip. The only thing on his person that glows faintly with magical essence from the spell is a heart-shaped necklace resting right above the long jagged scar in the center of his chest that doesn't quite match the other hatchmark scars everywhere else on his arms and torso.]

So for now... I'll take useful and pretty. [He picks up a ring with an opal set into it that feels like it's made for him. Gods, it's a pain not having Caleb here to Identify things, but at least he knows it's magical.] I think I've earned the right to treat myself after everything.