Joxer looked at the ring which he had recently been given. It was a gift for a good deed done. This case helping a wealth man who had been on the road, who had gotten ill. It looked like he had suffered a heart attack or something similar and there was nothing Joxer could really do other then help the man by being there when he died.
The old man seemed to have been resigned to his death, saying, "I have lived out more lifetimes then I deserved and gained more then that. Even when I have help those in need, I gained more from it then they did.
Your kindness in my time of need, in my time of dying, deserves a reward. Which is why I give you this gold ring with the amethyst, the Ring of Truth. Whatever you say or write becomes the truth in the world, with only you knowing the difference unless you change it in yourself. To remove a truth in writing, you just have to erase the writing. Yet removing a spoken truth is harder to follow through with.
Enjoy your good fortune in good health."
The man had enough strength to remove the ring from his finger and place it on Joxer's.
Joxer had managed to get a man to the closest village for to be buried, and now was left with the ring wondering if it was real.
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