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The wristbands look ordinary. Sure, they may be a couple centuries old, but they weren't iron. They were another, magical metal, and they were strong enough to stop even the biggest sword, if you're fast enough. But they also draw the attention of another, who will hound you to your grave.

This is an acorn of mass destruction. It's stored in a small box with room for six but only containing the one.

The counter to the effects of the Barrenfield Oaks. It converts sunlight into the ingredients necessary for a healthy soil.